“I just want somewhere where I can’t see other people,” I sobbed. “There are people everywhere, there’s nowhere to get away from them.” I knew I was being ridiculous and that I was scaring the children, who were too quietly waiting out Mama’s storm in the back of the Volkswagen van, but I couldn’t stop myself. I wanted nature, wanted to camp with only the trees around and the sound of birds. I didn’t want to have someone else’s tent nestled up against our van while we carefully ignored their presence. I wanted space.