The sunny, bright day moved me to take a path I’d never walked. It meandered through the trees and eventually opened into a clearing. A dilapidated merry-go-round, with broken horses and faded pastel colors stood in the center. Around it were abandoned concessions and a bumper car attraction with some of its cars upside down. The grey building, on the left, was a bathroom. The taps worked; the water a brassy brown. Its walls were painted in a peeling hospital green, reminding me of a bad horror movie. Behind it were wooden ramshackle cabins. Could this have been a summer camp?