My first camp experience (ages 7-8) was girl scout camp here in Florida called camp Welaka. I hated it with a passion.

Bad experiences with counselors, minimal activities, minimal supervision, bad living areas, and generally a bad time. I hated living in a tent, with no warm running water on site. I also hated when the counselors refused to let me go to the bathroom during a function and i peed my pants in front of 40 other girls (first and last accident ever). I also got in trouble for sharing a bed with another girl after finding live scorpions in my bed!

They threw water on both our beds in the morning as punishment. Then made us sleep in still dampened beds that night.
After that my parents let me pick my own camp and I went to a wonderful all girl camp in Virginia called Camp Sequoya.

I was timid my first year but loved it! I went from the ages of 9-18 for 4 weeks every year, except the first year i only went two weeks. It had actual cabins, indoor plumbing, lots of activities, super counselors who were almost exclusively former campers, tons of activities and was one of the most precious experiences of my whole life. I couldn't wait to go back every year. My gramma and other family friends thought my parents were crazy for sending me to Virginia every year but I loved it. I truly believe my camp experiences contributed to shaping me as a person and gave me independence and confidence.
Sadly my camp closed a few years ago. However, when I have kids i fully intend to send them to sleepaway camp and have researched several camps and know some pretty good ones i would like to send my kids to one day.
My brother went to Boy scout camp every summer and seemed to love it immensely. He would be gone the first half of the summer, then about 2 days before he got home I would leave for the 2nd half of the summer. Really cut down on sibling rivalry to give us a break from each other.
