Gallery: 5 Things I Miss About Camp

Let me be clear about this right off the bat: I hated summer camp. Fucking hated it. I went to a different camp every summer, and loathed each one of them. Didn’t care for outdoor sports, didn’t like to swim in lakes, too sensitive to be cliquey, and too awkward to do anything overtly sexual. In other words, camp was not for the likes of me.

And frankly, there is very little about camp that I would want to recreate as adult. But that doesn’t mean that there’s nothing. So as we approach Memorial Day, in the spirit of summer, here are the five things about camp that I miss:

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    • Jamie

      Dude, I looooved camp. (I went to artsy kid camp.) I went until I was way too old for camp (16) (well, technically I was a CIT but that didn’t mean much). It helped me get through each horrible year of prep school to know that a friendly place awaited me. I still dream about taking a summer out of my hectic life to go back and be a counselor.

    • Teeny

      I loved all the fast friends you made. Sure you probably wouldn’t see those people again, or until next year, but while at camp they were you best friends in the world.