Did You Experience Summer Camp?

I went to Interlochen Music Camp in Michigan for eight weeks in 1981 (age 15). It was an enjoyable experience, except that we had to play sports (we called it "forced fun"). Some of the other campers were cute, but I didn't get to suck any dick. I've heard of guys who did at camp.

In 5th and 6th grade, I went to Bible camp for 2-3 days at a nearby college. It was great fun even though it was Bible camp.

At my summer camp I would get all excited on the bus the day we drove up to the camp because that meant I would get to see said good looking counselor completely naked in the showers at some point- I did not know I was gay at the time except for my last year at summer camp when I was 12. Today everyone is fat, muscular or both in the 1970's the counselors had these slim natural bodies with no tattoos, piercings etc. My tastes were probably set in stone years before I knew I was gay.

Summer camp? I’m camp the whole year round.

At junior music camp (I was about 13) we stayed in a university dorm that had communal showers. I pulled back the curtain on one of the showers and the counselor was in it naked. I saw his big butt and he said "whoops". Good memory.

R5- At my summer camp the showers were communal. There was no privacy for anyone and the counselors,waiters and campers all showered in the same building.

One time, early teens. And for whatever reason it was a Christian camp, but I wasn’t raised religious. It was more for the experience. I remember the host family was very nice, but the churchy thing was a bit different.

Anyone go to Camp Maranatha in Ila, Georgia?

Poor people CAMP. Rich people SUMMER.

Rich people WHORE

Schummer Camp on Schwan Lake

Lizsha?

It's not something we do in Australia. Children go away with their families. I would never have enjoyed it, being a Nervous Nellie with separation anxiety, but I loved American movies about summer camp.

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Op put down the bottle.

Can anyone speak to Jewish summer camp?

Various weeklong basketball camps each summer from age 8 to 15. I hated going but my parents were a unified front until their divorce. Then I played them against each other and stopped going.

I went every summer, and did hook up with one of our counselors maybe 10 or 11 years later.

R18 🎵 and you have washed your hands clean of this

I went to Boy Scout camp for a week when I was 12. It was the first time I was away from my mother and sister overnight. It was wonderful.

One week with the Boy Scouts when I was little. Nothing newsy to report. Lots of bugs, spiders and mosquitos mostly. Gross food, sing along at the campfire which was cheesy, and ghost stories. The cabin slept 8 and it was flithy. Our "beds " were ,dirty, bumpy thin mattresses and the lake was muddy and had lots of weeds Not really fit to swim. We went canoeing. I hated it. I was 11.

A Jesuit summer camp in the Berkshires. I must have been a homely kid - none of the priests made a pass at me. Some of the younger ones were hot, but jerking off was it.

It was very country club and cultural: Tanglewood, Jacob’s Pillow, Edith Wharton’s House, etc.

I went to Wildwood in Barre MA. It was a nature camp run under the Audubon Society. My parents thought it was going to be scouty type camping stuff. It was some of that, and a generous dose of lefty hippie indoctrination! The counselors were full-effect Granola. I came home declaring veganism (lasted 3 weeks max), asking if we could build a solar powered water heater, asking my mom isn’t it weird that you shave off your leg hair, and clutching a 200 page “Winds Of The People” folk/hippie songbook that had an entire section of homo songs.

I was 12. Still can’t believe they let me go back for two more summers.

I went to Christian camp every year for a week. It was fun. My best friend went too and would fill his suitcase with comic books. We'd spend the week reading comics, swimming, horseback riding. The Christian part was mostly limited to a nightly service. It was hot as all getout: sleeping in cabins with no air conditioning in a Georgia summer. Also, a kid explained to me how straight sex worked. The worst part was that we always had to play softball.

One year, 1967, when I was ten, was all I could take. Not many remaining memories. I remember a fellow camper, Ronnie, who regularly drooled. And my college-aged counselor, Yale, who would routinely break out in "I Will Wait For You." At the time I thought it was some Broadway tune. I hope he & his lost/unrequited love eventually found happiness together.

Went to 4-H camp once. My trunk lock broke and I couldn't open it. Cried like a little girl until a counsellor managed to get it open.

After that I had fun ogling the boys in the shower.

In the 60s I went to a catholic boys camp when I was 11 and 12. The camp counselors were all 20-something seminary students. Some of them were training for more than just the priesthood and summer camp was their training grounds.

My parents dragged me along when they took my older sister to a summer camp operated by the archdiocese. Once I got a look at the shared cabins, communal bathrooms, and unairconditioned common areas, I stomped my little gayling pumps down and said absolutely not when my parents suggested I go as well.

After my sister got home and bitched about how awful it was, that was all it took for my parents never to bring up the subject again.

Oddly, my little sister went a couple of years in a row and loved every minute of it.

I went to specialty summer camps as a teen. Music camps and an advanced astronomy camp. These required applications/auditions to get into and are not exactly what one thinks of us as the usual summer camp with tons of outdoor activities and so forth. Not rich by any means and coming up with the money for these camps took some time.

Younger than that, no, summers were at most a road trip and visits to relatives.

I grew up in the suburbs of Colorado. I never went to summer camp, and no one I went to school with or grew up with did, either.

Is summer camp more of an East Coast thing?

My father once pointed out some kids near my age speaking about summer camp. He eavesdropped for a while then surmised, "ah, Jewish. Jewish kids go to summer camp because their families don't love them."

Your father sounds/sounded like a real charmer, R31.

In 1976, I went to Science Camp, in the redwoods of the Santa Cruz mountains of California. My counselor was a tow-headed high school senior who walked around in his boxers in our cabin. He called us all “little fuckers,” and he got me comfortable with cussing. Our naturalist was a man named Frank, who resembled Starsky (Paul Michael Glaser), only better looking, very patient and gentle, and smart as a whip. It was during one of our night hikes that I learned to love astronomy. We did skits, sang songs, and played games in the forest. We climbed Mt. Elen and studied salamanders, newts, and banana slugs. We hiked the marshes and ended up at the beach, resting at the mouth of Pescadero Creek, under the bridge of the Cabrillo Highway before sunset. It was there where we rested in the sand, a small group of us 6th graders—this vision sticks in my mind as my happy place… I brought my husband and my kids there decades later, just to get that feeling again and share it with them.