July 12, 2011
My parents convinced me that the first summer I went to camp I should only go for a week. The idea of all that adventure, but for only a week? I was sure it should be two weeks, at least. But by the end of the first day, I wasn’t sure I would last a week. Although the particulars have long since vanished from my memory, I do remember that I felt so out of place, the food wasn’t very good, and there was no place to be alone, and the bathrooms were somehow worse than when we went camping.