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This camp has everything- A scary tower. A submerged train. Abandoned structures. That thing where bats fly in your face.

My heart goes out to you. Seriously.

Sounds like she’d be a great drama director, tho

Bless my soul have I got a story!

I’ve got a few of my own, but I’m telling my brother’s because it’s/he’s fucking boss.

First sleep-away girl scout camp, a week long, and I went with a friend from school; we were one state away from home while our families stayed at a vacation cabin, so we only knew each other. It was in the woods but not insane, with lots of activities and swimming and crafts and horses, the whole deal. I loved it, my

I went to drill team camp in the 10th grade. TBH, I have no idea how I actually ever made the team (although I think it may have been when the girl in line next to me during tryouts accidentally poked me in the eye with her prop during the routine and I kept going). I’m a born klutz, never took a dance/gymnastics

I was ball-shy (yes, I’ve heard all the jokes, go ahead anyway), and could not learn to play tennis to save my life.

God, I have stories up the wazoo from eight years of working as a camp counselor, but there’s one that really stands out.

My first year working at sleep-away camp, we did this training activity where everyone had to talk about a time that we felt “other” or ostracized. The new Drama Director (18 or 19 years old) told

Girl scout camp in the 90s. We were supposed to be orienteering, and my troop went rogue when we named ourselves the amazons, found a ken doll, and sacrificed it in the name of feminism. Yes, I was a misandrist before it was cool

I used to get sent to a day camp in the summer when I was roughly 8 - 10. This was somewhere in northern New Jersey, and had for years been a big Girl Scout camp, but had eventually become too run down for overnight stays. There was a fire tower that had burned, leaving skeletal, charred remains and a train had

I will admit that I am not graceful, pretttty much the opposite of that and I think it stems from my total lack of balance. When I was 13 my bestfriend and I went to summer camp, and in addition to the normal swimming, horseback riding and hiking they also had this really intense ropes courses. One of them is you put

Oh, this is a story about the counselor side. I was working as a junior counselor at this camp I had been going to since I was a kid, and I just adored it. One of the great things about it is that camp director always hired excellent staff who were kind, supportive, and just loved the kids. We were also linked to the

My mom put one of these guys up a few years after she got divorced. I found out this Christmas that she slept with him. (He was hot, go Mom!)

Before my sophomore year I managed to go to swim camp the one week that only had 1/4 the usual amount of kids (it was the week of the Fourth of July, so really it was me and a bunch of Canadians). The older kids, of which there were maybe 30 of us, somehow convinced the college kids who were supervising us outside of

I went to camp with my best friend one summer. On the last day we are all waiting for our parents to pick us up and one by one my camp mates leave. My Mom is always late so my best friend asked her Dad if she could stay until I got picked up. 2 hours after the last kid has gone I am freaking out. 4 hours after the

I don’t think this counts because I was working at a ‘summer camp’ type thing and I’ve personally never attended one, but I’ll list this anyway.

This is the summer of 1998. It’s the night before the campers arrived and all of the counselors (about 15 of us) had a slumber party in the rec. hall together after stuffing out faces with crappy camp food (Ellio’s pizza, what what?!). We were all chatting on our sleeping bags and my friend Chuck offered to crack my

I actually run a camp. That’s my job. It’s year round, several sessions throughout the year. But the first time I conducted a session I had no idea what I was doing. The job just got dumped on me through a crazy series of events and I was just trying to get through the week without killing anyone. My campers are all

My sister and I both went to a pretty cool sleep away camp in North Carolina one summer. I was 9 or 10, so she was 12 or 13. She had gone before, but this was my first time. It was 6 weeks, and the camp was basically a whole mountain top. I loved it! I went on this 2 or 3 day hike/camping trip with a group, which I