It’s the year 2000. I am 16. I’m so nervous. The concrete around the Camp Deerpark pool scorches the bottoms of my feet as I stand in line, waiting my turn for the plunge. I hear drums in the background, thundering to the rhythm of my heartbeat. The women are singing in high-pitched voices. I…

My first memory is of going to Camp Deerpark (at that time it was Brandt’s Pleasant View) in Glenn Zeager’s Packard in the evening after a day of work. I traveled with Dale Stoltzfus and, I believe, John Buckwalter. I remember a neighbor coming to investigate who the intruders were at this time of night.…