“WELCOME TO CAMP EXTREME, WELCOME TO CAMP EXTREME, WELCOME TO CAMP EXTREME”. I stood there at the door of the cafeteria welcoming this weeks batch of bratty ass teenagers to camp. They mostly ignored me and talked to one another or didn’t even take their headphones off. I couldn’t give two shits either way, this was simply a summer job to get me through until I left for school in the fall.
I grew up going to these camps and I knew what I was up against. I was now seen as their enemy, meant to ruin the fun. In reality, I had just turned 18 and didn’t care. I remember it was at this exact camp I smoked my first blunt and fingered my first girl. Who was I to keep them from having the same experience? This camp was great because of all the camps out there, this one was at the beach.