Some of the fondest memories I have of childhood are the ones from summer camp. I went to the same camp every summer, from the time I was seven until I was in my later teens. It was fun to go back and see the same friends every year and we always had a blast. It was like a whole other life for me.

One of the games we had going amongst our group of friends was to see who could get away with the most and see who would be the first person to make a counselor in training cry. It was never me, but I did try my best. I remember one of the guys in the group emptying a cheap bottle of cologne under the floorboard of the counselors’ cabin and then watching them try and figure out where the smell was coming from.

We had such a blast. It sounds like we were bad, but really we were just kids having a good time. Those were the good old days and in the end, when we grew too old for camp, even the counselors were sad to see us go. But, we handed our annual traditions onto the younger campers and maybe they are still growing strong today.