Here is a photo of some girls from my kids’ camp dipping t-shirts in the blessed waters of Lake Whatever It’s Called. Afterwards, they will beat them against rocks. Then the t-shirts will lay out to dry atop Mount Whatever It Is in the Berkshires, beneath the warm Massachusetts sun. Please let me know if you want to buy one. They are expensive. But they will invoke for you all of the joys of the simplicity of childhood, which is truly a blessing, albeit one best appreciated by those for whom childhood has passed.