As I drove up the driveway to what used to be my Aunt Samantha’s house on that fateful Friday afternoon, I remembered the summers I spent with her. My parents would ditch me for two or three weeks each year, and honestly, it was usually a lot more fun than staying at home doing nothing. Mom and Dad both worked full-time and couldn’t afford the camps, or even the day camps, that my few friends attended. At Aunt Samantha’s...