Did You Go To Summer Camp?

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  1. Northland

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    As the summer approaches I wonder who here went to Summer camp, the sleep away kind, not that idiotic day camp which was more like school.

    Was it a week or more time?

    Were there animals and gardens? Rivers and lakes? Boating or canoes? Tents or cabins? Campfire story telling?

    Details! Those who were refused by The Fresh Air Fund want to know what we missed!
     
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    On dad's Navy enlisted salary never had the money…. So the nearest I ever got to Summer Camp was pitch a tent in the backyard and pretend
     
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    Camp? I don't think so.. We had a farm and had our own river use to run off the theand lake and animals and could play with them after the bloody chores were finished.
     
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    Fuck no. I've seen some of the summer camps in my area, and frankly, I'm GLAD my parents couldn't afford it.
     
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    I went to Hawaii every summer. I don't think I missed much since I worked as a camp counselor one summer in college and hated it.
     
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    I went to Boy Scout camp just once, for one week of hell.

    The only positive thing I remember about it was my getting a certificate for the Five-Mile Swim, which was a huge accomplishment during my adolescence.

    The negatives include being the target of sexual aggression among older boys, disgusting food and bathroom "conveniences" that were anything but. I hated (almost) every second of it and insisted that my stay be cut short, from two weeks down to just one.
     
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    Everyday was camp in the summer for me, though not the normal kind :) I spent most of my summers with my grandparents on their farm. Between animals and gardening you worked a lot. But I got to learn a lot of wonderful things.
     
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    Never went. I never had any desire to go to a camp, and my friends never went either.
     
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    I went to Boy Scout camp for 2 summers.........(Let's just say I learned a LOT :)
     
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    Yeh I did, 4 years in a row from 13-16. Was a good laff as a lot of my mates went too, and me brother.

    Was 3 weeks long, by Loch Lomond in Scotland. First week was terrifying, but by the 3rd week, didnt wanna come home. I was always quite lazy and disaster-prone so it was quite often eventful.

    Best time was lazing on the deck of a small yacht in the blazing sun. Worst moment was camping overnight on the lower slopes of Ben Lomond, boo. We slept in this marshy place, and my head was killin me the next day, cos i slept with my feet higher than head. :(

    Learned how to wank that 1st yr. :/
     
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    two different summer camps, one scout. nothing ever happened back in those dark ages.
     
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    Yes I went as a camper from 4th grade till a teen. Then I did several years as a counseler, and the last year I worked as handy man. That year I learned that girls are worse pigs than boys in their bathrooms and that no one should be judged by first impressions.
     
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    I was a geek and went to academic camps from 6th grade until my senior year of school. Most of the camps I attended lasted 3-4 weeks. When I was a junior and senior, I attended an academic program that last 6 weeks. Each of these camps were hosted on a college campus and most were out-of-state.

    I had a blast and learned many, many things - but academic and otherwise.
     
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    I went to a camp in the mountains for "academically gifted youth". I'm not sure it was because I was academically gifted per se...but none of my teachers or advisers knew exactly what to do with me. I would do very well in classes I enjoyed, and terrible in classes I hated. Go figure.

    The camp was good enough...we floated down a river on tubes, we repelled down rock cliffs, we camped on a mountain, we drew pictures of old houses...and I seriously lusted after one of the counselors and at least one of my fellow campers.

    I returned to the little crossroads village in which the camp was located several years later...and my former counselor was there in the general store. He still looked good too. :hump:
     
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    I was selected by my town to attend Boys State. It was a week I would rather not remember.

    On the other hand, I enjoyed Boy Scout camp. I learned a lot at the camp-outs, especially at night.
     
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    Yes. A LOT of summer camps. (My parents invested just about their entire incomes in giving us year-round academically enrichment. They also were physically and emotionally abusive to a degree you might not believe even if I told you. I was grateful for the chance to be among normal people at the summer camps.)

    Here are some experiences:

    (1) nearby summer camp for poor kids (which of course included us), sponsored by the Boys and Girls Club of Raleigh

    The converted school bus, already at least 10 years old in the early 1980s, would pick us up and we'd fight with each other as the bus took us each morning into north Raleigh to a 100-acre day camp with a pond and trails around it. Yes, when it rained, red mud abounded, except under the 1940s-era covered basketball court, which also had the only bathrooms for seemingly miles around (three stalls/urinals for each gender, and 200 kids at that camp each day).

    My three older brothers and I learned how to carry canoes down to the water, launch them, and paddle around at that camp. We learned how to do "crafts" at a rather run-down "cabin" made of plywood. A "nature trail" led to a "swamp" with interesting amphibians and reptiles.

    We also learned how desperately poor some of the other kids were--even poorer than we were: They took our lunches and even our lip balm and sun block (to eat, not to use). I was sorry for some of the most angry and desperate guys because it was painfully obvious that the sandwiches our mother packed for us in those 1970s metal lunch boxes--and the lip balm and sun block--were the only food they were going to eat that day. But when my mother found out about it, we were sent to other camps.

    Some of those same children were in elementary school with us, and the community or the teachers would periodically take up a collection for them to have adequate clothing (shoes and coats in the winter, especially). A few standouts among this same group became violent criminals (rape, muggings, beatings, domestic violence, murder, armed robbery).

    (2) a United Methodist Church camp down near New Bern / Oriental and next to the large and over-funded Seagull (YMCA)/Seafarer (YWCA) camps

    We lived in mid-1940s concrete "cabins" that each consisted of two rooms with eight bunk beds each and a "counselor" room with two bunk beds. Each room had old dressers that we used to store our clothes for the week. There was no air conditioning, but luckily mature trees provided shade and the screened windows (no glass, just screens) provided flow-through ventilation from the breezes off the Neuse River. OUTSIDE shutters kept out the rain, during thunderstorms.

    A bodybuilder counselor--a mesomorph with curly brown hair and an Australian accent--used to wear black Speedos that just barely covered his fairly large package. One week when he was my counselor, he joined me in the kids' shower area because the counselors' shower was full. I sprang a full hard-on at his amazing body and large cut cock and full, egg-sized balls; he stared a bit at my cock when I pulled back my foreskin and washed underneath it and got about half-hard.

    Another evening that same week, he walked into our room naked to tell us it was past time to go to bed; he stopped conversation immediately, and everyone stared until he grew a little embarrassed and left. The other guys talked about his muscles and cock, but I didn't join in because I thought it might make my gayness obvious. I was twelve that year and almost the same height I am now, but with a lot less hair (it was just starting to grow in around my nipples and below my bellybuttom). All he had was a beard and a rather interesting happy trail.

    Later in life, I contacted him and learned that he'd been 19 years old at the time and had just discovered the significant pleasures of anonymous blow jobs (from men, even though he was about 70% straight) and therefore knew what our stares meant in the shower or in our room. He said he now has a Prince Albert piercing and wanted me to check it out in person. But since he was in Newport News and I was about 10 hours away when we got back in touch, it didn't work out and I lost touch again--but only after an amazing phone sex conversation that allowed us both to imagine some rather erotic intergenerational interactions that would have been both taboo and illegal had we done those things together when I was 12 and he was my 19-year-old camp counselor. Yes, we both came, judging from the moans and groans and post-orgasmic sighs.

    My three older brothers and I learned to sail at that camp on those little Sunfish sailboats that are only big enough for two people. We also canoed on a nearby creek, swam in a nearby pond (that was a little bit chlorinated in the area where we swam--I still have no idea how that could have been legal, since the rest of the pond had tadpoles, turtles, snakes, etc.), and went on excursions to a haunted house (true story: I saw something I couldn't explain out on the lawn that evening) and to look for sharks' teeth at a nearby sandbar.

    My mother had been among the first group of campers there when the camp first opened in nineteen-forty-whatever. She's now recognized every summer as the oldest living camper (she's 72, about to turn 73).

    (3) Camp Broadstone in the mountains (exwhysee, was this the academic camp you talked about?)

    This was a blend of (1) and (2); we lived in wood cabins instead of concrete ones, but the outside shutters kept out the rain when thunderstorms came through that week, and the facilities were a bit better (both newer and in better condition) than the ones at either (1) or (2).

    The pool was COLD, which pissed me off. And there was no sailing. But the inner tubing and the rappelling were really fun.

    Two interesting stories:

    (a) Driving up there, no sooner had my mother told me that the mountain communities were poor and that I could expect to see shacks on either side of the road at many places, three cars came around the next curve going the other direction. You guessed it: one was a Mercedes, one was a Cadillac, and one was a Rolls Royce--the first I'd seen "in the flesh," so to speak. I quirked an eyebrow at my mother in a way that let her know I knew she was full of shit, and she fell all over herself explaining how that was an aberration. :biggrin1: I know now that she really hadn't realized how many truly rich people had started owning homes in the mountains; she was still stuck in the 1950s, when the Andy Griffith Show represented real NC mountain life.

    (b) Boys from another cabin snuck out at night and threw water balloons against our window screens, splattering us with cold water. Our counselor jumped out of bed naked and stood there shouting at them to go back to their cabin. Our overhead light wasn't on, but the light from the parking lot lit up his entire front, and we weren't shy about looking at him. He was tall and lanky, brown-haired, with a medium-sized cut cock and small balls. He only had a pubic bush and armpit hair, but we thought he was masculine because he had a deep voice. He realized we were looking at him and said, "What? Haven't you seen an older guy naked before?" He then sauntered out, his cock swinging to and fro.

    NCbear (who'll share the Boy Scout camp stories in another post :cool:)
     
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    Well...yes. :cool:

    We need to compare notes! Was this the same counselor I lusted after? I must know! :biggrin1:
     
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    Me no know names. Me only know cocks.

    (grin)

    NCbear (who, more seriously, only knows the name of the curly-headed bodybuilder--he made QUITE an impression :tongue:; more stories later)
     
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    Wolf Cubs (Cub Scouts in US). Camp Impeesa near the BC-Alberta-Montana border when I was ten. Eight days of sheer boredom, cabins with no windows, lousy food, etc.
     
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