I hate all camps. When I was a child my mother used to dump me in camps and day cares all the time and I never got along with the other kids. I used to just sit around all day waiting to leave while the other kids picked on me for being weird, jewish or both. For the record, I’m still both those things. I’ve never had good experiences at camps. At the year 10 camp, I shared my tent with a good friend who went on to bring Uzo in his bag in a flask, get drunk by himself then confess his love for my ex girlfriend and urinate on himself. For the rest of the night he was mumbling so loudly that I had to sleep outside the tent in the rain. It was very cold.
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