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I loved going to summer camp so much as a child I decided to become a counselor. There's a lot of crazy crap that goes on behind the scenes!
My favorite stories: we had kids that were sponsored by the local outreach organization, kids from underpriveliged homes, and this one set of siblings had severe headlice. So they quarantined the girl, who was in my cabin, for a couple of hours and treated the headlice and asked her not to tell the other campers, and not to share stuff like brushes, etc. Well, the first afternoon we're getting ready for swimming and she goes to share her brush or something and I say, "Hey, Susie, please don't share your brush with the other campers." And she replied, "Why not?" I was like, remember Miss Abby talked to you and you're not supposed to share. Then the other campers wondered why Miss Abby talked to her so she responded, I kid you not, "I got bugs, I ain't ashamed!"
Then there was the girl, a returning camper, who decided she wasn't getting enough attention so one night at campfire she started crying because her grandmother was sick. We get back to the cabin to get ready for bed and I'm talking to the counselor next door when all of a sudden there's a commotion in my cabin. Sarah found a letter in her suitcase from her "mom" telling her that her grandmother died on Saturday but they didn't tell her because they still wanted her to have a good time at camp. Well this triggered a domino effect and soon all the other girls were crying about any parent, grandparent, sibling, pet or fly that they knew that ever died. The best part is they were crying about a fake grandmother that died in a letter SARAH WROTE HERSELF!
Then there was the camper that told everyone her name was Lucifer and asked if anyone wanted to play Russian Roulette. She was in 6th grade.
I could go on.
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