did you attend SUMMER CAMP?

by the last few days it was pretty much like Lord of the Flies but everyone is Piggy and the conch is a well worn copy of the AD&D Fiends Folio

DJP, did BP break his arm when dude jumped off the ferris wheel made out of lashed-together logs?

ahahaha xpost

I am blanking on BP but yes, that is the incident I'm talking about

In my memory, that was Br0ck who flew through the air, breaking the fall with his arm. Was that J3remy?

Wait Br0ck was the dude who just wandered away, sending the victim into a death arc.

I thought it was 4ndy E tbh but now that you say that, I don't know

piggyback boner seems like such a classic camp thing

I never went to camp obv

Who was the sucker what got catapulted?

Was it even someone we knew? I thought the whole thing was that it was a stranger and the person from our troop OBVIOUSLY was the culprit but wouldn't admit it

... although now I'm wondering, was it R3g1n?

I remember it being funny. But I would have laughed at about 50% of our troop being unsuspectingly flung through the air by a lashed-together death trap.

I remember being very disdainful and angry about the whole thing (shocker, I know)

rest assured that I am cracking up now remembering it

Dude, there were two incidents! That's why I remember br0ck getting off.

1) br0ck wanders off at the bottom with melting bomb-pop in his hand. J3remy gets launched a few feet and gets wind knocked out of him, but is OK. Brock titters and runs off. 4ndy and I are there to witness it.

2) news comes down that they are closing and dismanteling the ferris wheel becsuse someone jumped off and a kid broke his arm. Did 4ndy confess, or was he just suspected?

OH OKAY this is making so much more sense

4ndy never confessed AFAIK

xp: there are some holes in your google-proofing there

a unitarian retreat thingy which i guess was kind of like camp but it was on a little island with a huge old creepy hotel on it.

lololol I know someone who worked at that camp for years and years, it's like an island resort, right? But they generate their own power, which is turned off at 8pm or something, and it's just generally the kind of place where when you get on a boat to the mainland, everyone starts waving money at you and begging for cartons of cigarettes/cases of gin.

I wanted Australia to have space camp SO badly growing up, Jeff I don't care if you didn't get any action you are my hero and I am SUPER JEALOUS. (you too kingfish)

It was sort of crazy I went. I entered to win a scholarship and wrote some dumb essay and got free entrance. Just had to get the family to drive me down to Florida to go. I actually have a video of everything that I did, but it's on some archaic technology called VHS and I haven't watched it in years.

Wow, Jeff. That's cool as hells. What kind of things did you do there, do you remember?

*hell

lol I'm turnings into Toki from Dethlocks

Wow, Jeff. That's cool as hells. What kind of things did you do there, do you remember?

Oh we did lots of stuff. Did a couple of mock missions, one I worked in Mission control, the other I was a mission specialists that got to do an EVA to repair a satellite. I drove a moon rover replica. We ate space food, which sort of sucked. Made and launched model rockets. Got in this big bouncy chair that simulated gravity on the moon. However even as a rock star space camp trainee, I still did not get laid.

omg that sounds so fun. did u get to meet any irl astronauts?

As is the lot of Irish youth I went to the Gaeltacht (aka Irish Language Camp) for a couple of summers. Irish classes in the morning, sundry activities in the afternoon (I remember a lot of volleyball), céilí dancing every evening.

When I was 12 it was great, hung out with old friends from home and new friends too, first time that girls were into me in any way (didn't come close to getting laid obviously, but I went on very chaste "dates"). The next year I came back and discovered I was now a social outcast as my friends from home had gone off to a different school and come back with tapes of the Prodigy and baggy raver outfits while I had been continuing along the road of introversion and nerdery.

All in all, the experience has left me with a lifelong aversion to céilís.

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when I was 10-12 or so, I begged my folks to send me to SKATER CAMP at this place, to no avail.

throughout high school, I attended various incarnations of SOCCER CAMP, ART CAMP & COLLEGE PREP (lolDORK) CAMP

Here's a question: did anyone among us attend Close Up, aka Politics Camp?

I went to Girl Scout day camp for I think a week. I was only in girl scouts in 1st - 3rd grade, so it would have been then. I remember the sort of creepy gymnastics teacher. He reminded me of Jeff Goldblum. I also remember the pool had three sections, and I had to take a swim test to be able to swim in all three parts.

I think it was after 5th grade, or maybe 6th I went to another day camp for two weeks. I didn't realize until after I went there that since it was at the Salesian School it was CATHOLIC. Whenever there was some religious thing (Mass? who knows) I was only one of a dozen or so kids not going. I think we watched The Neverending Story once. We went on a trip to Space Farms, and our bag lunch was a ham and cheese sandwich and a Pepsi. I hated soda and cheese.

Also, apparently it was HAUNTED???

This article has a picture of the pond we swam in. Ick.

i went to a 'leadership' thing in dc when i was in high school -- sat on the floor of the house, stuff like that, but i wouldn't call it 'camp'

Did it last a week? Were there kids from other parts of the country there?
I did Close Up my junior year, spring of 1992. It was pretty fun even if everyone called me Beetlejuice. I made a friend named Doug, but after the week was over he only wrote me a few letters and then disappeared. Oh well.

NO LAID

;_;

when I was 10-12 or so, I begged my folks to send me to SKATER CAMP at this place, to no avail.

Oh man, I know! And now there's a goddamn tv show of it to rub in my face how much fun it could have been.

I never got to throw axes at an old-timey villiage. http://www.camptomahawk.org/info/videos/tsrvideo

I went to a Methodist Church Camp with my childhood best friend in midwestern Tennessee (I think it was called Lakeshore).
I think I went two summers in a row (at ages 11 and 12, maybe). I had a counselor named Opie the seond year (the better year). At the talent show, he rapped over the instrumental version of Soho's "hippychick." We were the coolest cabin simply because Opie was our counselor.
I burned "Led Zeppelin" into a piece of wood and painted it.

so did not get laid.

We were invited to decorate the inside of the art cabin. I painted "Had a Dad" because I was a huge Jane's Addiction fan and I thought it would be subversive to sneak in this hidden message about loss of faith at the church camp I was going to. The art counselor (who was a super-cool deadhead) pulled me aside and was like "Wow. I'm sorry. What happened to your dad?" I felt like the biggest shitheel.

I went religious sleep-away camp, one-week sessions only, for 3 or 4 years. The people were horrible, tho nothing like remy's stories. Just horrible in your standard 4th/5th/6th grade ways. We drank a lot of bug juice and sang bible songs in Chapel, it was pretty typical.

Strange memory: One cool counselor had a sweatshirt that said "Andover" and I was sure it was supposed to say "Landrover." Because Massachusetts might as well have been the moon, I was barely aware it existed, much less some snooty private boarding school, that only happened in books about English children.

On my first day of camp (I think it was between 6th and 7th grade), pretty much immediately after my parents left, this kid who iirc was actually named Tommy Mottola whacked me in the balls with a pair of nunchucks. He was pretty spoiled and was always picking on other kids even though he was a big fat dork. He would also have crying breakdowns about shit.

A few years later, he was one of the first kids to bring a CD boombox to camp. I think he played Billy Joel CDs all the time. So he was being a prick one day like he almost always was, so I went back to the cabin on some made-up pretext and rubbed my cruddy camper finger all over the CD player's lens. He threw the biggest fucking fit when he tried to play Billy Joel that night.

Our camp had a bog walk which was always in disrepair, with boards rotting and sinking into the bog. I went through a rotten board up to my thigh and my shoe came off. I dug out the shoe, but there must be dozens of shoes in that bog, and maybe a couple boy scouts.

At Scout camp one year, there was this infamous kid named Nate in another troop. I had never seen him. Rumor was he had hit someone. Rumor was he smoked basket reeds. One day, we were walking past that troop's camp site, and a bored-sounding grown-up voice called out "Naaate, put down the axe..."

hahaha holy shit

i went to scout camp until, i broke my arm horribly on the last day of camp in the summer of 1990, and through a series of medical mishaps almost had to have my amputated, then almost died on the operating table, then had to have a tube inserted in my heart because they'd run out of veins for IVs in my arms, then had the tube later removed in a doctor's office with no anesthetic.

after which i stayed inside for the rest of my life.

upside was my parents felt so bad i got super mario three as a we're-sorry-you-almost-died present.

did you get laid tho

yes, by a sexy nurse

One year in scout camp, we were doing search-and-rescue training, all spread out across this enormous wooded hillside, walking in straight lines until presumably we were to find someone. I was shuffling along - this was pretty boring business actually, compared to like, rappelling or whatever - when I must have stepped on a wasp's nest, because all of the sudden I was covered in wasps. And so I did what you do when you get stung by wasps: I started yelling "fuuuuuuuuuuuucccck! shit! fuck! ow!" And the scoutmaster and his buddies turned around and proceeded to holler at me for cussing for a good 30 seconds before they realized that I was in pain and distress. So I got to walk down the hill (by myself) to the nurse's station where I chilled out for the rest of the afternoon.

This camp was also notable for offering Cröonchy Stars cereal for breakfast years after it was discontinued by Post.

the only interesting camp story i can remember is getting my (sister's) copy of siamese dream confiscated on the bus on the way there because the booklet has a picture where d'arcy is wearing a mesh shirt. i thought it was a cool picture but had no interest in boobs, but of course the kid next to me got all excited and attracted a counselor's attention.

all the guys in my cabin the last year i went liked the backstreet boys, and i wonder now whether that was coincidence or conspiracy

I was so fascinated by summer camp as a kid bcz obviously it is a recurring feature of much American children's lit/movies and of course Peanuts. I think I kind of thought it sounded fun even though I am totally a Charlie Brown and the closest I ever got to "summer camp" was one overnight stay in a youth hostel with a Christian youth group aged 13, which was p. much hell on earth and the moment I decided that, you know, fuck this Christianity concept

(a gang of mean girlz who I'd never seen at the youth group before turned up; meanwhile, it was my period, but the only toilets were 10 minutes' walk through a field from the sleeping area and my fellow less-cool-than-the-mean-girls companions kept waiting for me right outside the cubicle while I tried not to make any suspicious rustling noises, asking why I was spending so long in there)

so if that's how bad one night can be - and remy's post suggests it can be much, much worse - I think a week of it might have killed me. PS I did not get laid, obv