of my childhood at Boy Scout camps -- 1 at Webelos camp (for when you're around 10 or so), 1 at a regular scout camp, and 1 canoing down the Hudson -- all seperate summers. I was forced to do so, being the youngest of 3 male children whose brothers were Eagle scouts. They were the worst 3 weeks of my life.I was tormented, couldn't sleep, and, with total seriousness: I did not move my bowels once during those weeks. I truly regret not having had the strength to refuse to go to these camps.

... but the next year I went to Fashion Designers camp and had a Fabulous time, an Absolutely Fabulous time!