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Went to a summer camp that I didn't really want to go to at 12 years old.
>was the weird new kid
>missed home a lot
>found out that I was going on a week-long trip through the Adirondack mountains
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>get all of our stuff packed, man this shit is heavy
>drive 3 hours to the trailhead, part of the AT
>about 3 miles in and I'm crying quietly and figuring out if it would be worth it to break a bone so I'd have to go home
>some of the other kids are trying to help me
>shun them like a bitch
>first night I end up pissing in the tent because there were blackbears outside and I didn't want to go outside and get attacked while peeing
>counselors were really cool about it and told the other kids that there must have been a wet spot in the tent
>spent the rest of the trip sleeping under nothing but my rain jacket while my sleeping bag and pad shamefully hung 100 yards away so bears wouldn't come investigating
>cried every day to myself
>every mile was a struggle
>summited mt marcy, which was pretty cool
>all my fellow campers and counselors were really good to me and I ended up getting into the swing of things about 1 day before we got picked up at our end point
>after the end of summer camp, swore I'd never do something that miserable again
All in all it was miserable because I was a huge pussy. Nowadays I'm in the infantry and I love camping/backpacking/hunting. Go figure. I think back on that summer a lot and honestly, it helped shape me in a few ways that I'm grateful for.
