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I just read an article over at Slate about summer camp.
I never really understood why people would want to go to summer camp. It just never made much sense to me.
Once, way back in the Jurassic Period, my mom asked if I wanted to go to camp. The idea was put into her head by a crazy religious lady she knew. I said no, and my mom spent five minutes convincing me it would be okay if I wanted to go. I didn't then and I still wouldn't go now. To this day, I remain convinced that this was an attempt by my mom to get a vacation break from her kids. Heh.
Really? What was the attraction? Sleeping in a cabin with a bunch of people you don't know? Nature hikes? Arts & crafts? Crap, institutional food?
Um. No thank you.
You can keep your camp, I'll stay at home where I have cool things like air conditioning, indoor plumbing and a fully stocked refrigerator. Arts & crafts? I can draw or glue popsicle sticks together at home. Why go into the woods to do that? Nature hikes? Um. I live in the middle of nowhere. Just walking to my mail box is a nature hike, complete with rattle snakes. Sleeping with strangers? Well, to be honest, that didn't appeal to me then, but if they'd couched it in different terms, I might have been interested a few years later.
No, the closest I ever wanted to get to summer camp was watching Bill Murray in Meatballs. And, after seeing Friday the 13th there was no way in God's green earth you would have gotten me anywhere near camp.
These days, I still don't camp. My idea of roughing it is a hotel with no room service. When I go on vacation, it's usually somewhere as far from the 'nature' as I can get.
So, any happy campers out there? - MEL
I never really understood why people would want to go to summer camp. It just never made much sense to me.
Once, way back in the Jurassic Period, my mom asked if I wanted to go to camp. The idea was put into her head by a crazy religious lady she knew. I said no, and my mom spent five minutes convincing me it would be okay if I wanted to go. I didn't then and I still wouldn't go now. To this day, I remain convinced that this was an attempt by my mom to get a vacation break from her kids. Heh.
Really? What was the attraction? Sleeping in a cabin with a bunch of people you don't know? Nature hikes? Arts & crafts? Crap, institutional food?
Um. No thank you.
You can keep your camp, I'll stay at home where I have cool things like air conditioning, indoor plumbing and a fully stocked refrigerator. Arts & crafts? I can draw or glue popsicle sticks together at home. Why go into the woods to do that? Nature hikes? Um. I live in the middle of nowhere. Just walking to my mail box is a nature hike, complete with rattle snakes. Sleeping with strangers? Well, to be honest, that didn't appeal to me then, but if they'd couched it in different terms, I might have been interested a few years later.
No, the closest I ever wanted to get to summer camp was watching Bill Murray in Meatballs. And, after seeing Friday the 13th there was no way in God's green earth you would have gotten me anywhere near camp.
These days, I still don't camp. My idea of roughing it is a hotel with no room service. When I go on vacation, it's usually somewhere as far from the 'nature' as I can get.
So, any happy campers out there? - MEL
