Some kids really thrive at camp. For others, though, it can be a pretty horrific experience.
Oh gosh, you guys, summer camp was the best! Really, it was SO great. I went swimming and canoeing and I made this really boss wallet out of REAL leather and I totally made a whole bunch of friends and I prolly woulda made even MORE friends if some of the other campers hadn’t disappeared, for real!
Yeah, and I was even on this AWESOME team with my cabin mates called “Team Marshmallow” and we got these cool shirts and changed the words to some stupid song my dad is always listening to “HERE I AM DUN DUN DUN NUH NUH ROCK YOU LIKE A MARSHMALLOW” and we’d always sing it at the top of our lungs to let the other teams know how much more awesome we were than they were. OH, and we won badges for being better than the other teams at stuff, too, except we ended up not playing a lot of games because a lot of the other kids were BABIES or something ‘cause they’d just vanish or leave without saying anything to anyone, which was totally against the camp rules. It seemed like every morning or afternoon, the counselors would go out looking for kids and then some of them would come back crying and the others would just stand in a circle and whisper while we made friendship bracelets out of beads and string. I don’t know why they were all leaving, ‘cause I was having the best time!
And then, on the last night, which really wasn’t supposed to be the last night but it was anyway, the counselors gathered up everyone who hadn’t left yet and we played this great hiding game where we had to pick a place and hide there the WHOLE night and absolutely, positively were not allowed to make a single sound no matter what we heard or we’d lose. I chose the kind of stinky place near the bathroom ‘cause I knew no one would want to go there and stayed up as long as I could before I went to sleep. Then, the next morning, this nice officer lady woke me up to ask me if I was okay, but she never told me if I’d won or not. She just put a blanket over my head and led me to her car. Yeah, I got to ride in a REAL POLICE CAR back to the camp entrance! And there were news people there! And cameras! And my mom and dad were so happy to see me they both cried, and my dad NEVER cries. EVER. So I figure I pretty much won, even if I didn’t get a badge, I guess. Go, Team Marshmallow!
Yeah, camp was really great and I can’t wait to go back, even though mom says I should never ever say that in front of her again or I’ll be grounded. And I learned a lot of great stuff, too! Like, did you know that the song a raccoon sings at night sounds just like when someone screams in a scary movie? It TOTALLY does!
Wear this shirt: while you tell the cutest ghost stories around the fire.
Don’t wear this shirt: if every time your marshmallow fell off the stick, your dad made you fish it out and eat it anyway.
This shirt tells the world: “All a’smore that’s goin’ a’smore.”
We call this color: Kelly Green, The Prettiest Camp Counselor I Ever Met
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