It feels like another lifetime since my years at Camp Ramah. Summers spent banging and sometimes even dancing on tabletops to the music. As a songwriter and performer, I strive to recapture those magically simple and awe-inspiring times at camp. When I would dare to go anywhere . . . and try anything, because frankly, I did not know any better.

Ramah was more than a camp experience. It was a life experience.

Ramah was a place where I felt free to explore and experiment.

Ramah was a place where I felt free to challenge old hierarchies.

Ramah was a place where I felt free to challenge my own limitations.

Ramah was a place of firsts.

First kiss.

First song.

First success.

First loss.

First home run.

First ga-ga game.

Ramah was my home.

So, just for a moment, I close my eyes . . .

and wander in wonder.

I close my eyes . . .

and open my heart to the mystery of Ramah.

Before the song is over.

Craig Taubman is a musician and composer from Los Angeles, California.