Family Affair

So, last night I went and stayed at my sister's and we were talking about camp. Suddenly, it hit me--the whole horrendous camp experiences thing runs in the family.
Growing up, I was always the one who didn't mind leaving home. I was all about meeting new people, having new experiences, etc..I just didn't do dirt. Well, let me introduce you to my sister as a child--homebody. Baker never liked leaving home and still doesn't like leaving. However, I guarantee that she knows every single person in a 50-mile radius of where she is at all times.
Well, my sister had worse camp experiences than I had. Not only was she being forced to leave home, she was being forced to run around in the heat. No Bueno.
I think the worst experience for her was when our camp wouldn't let her call home because they knew it made her homesick. Well, being determined, Baker made herself sick so that they would call my parents to come pick her up. Little Baker walked into the bathroom, made herself throw up, and demanded that my parents come to pick her up. Take that, Camp Pee Dee.
Coming in a very close second is Baker's experience at Asbury Hills. This was way further than Camp Pee Dee and Baker was even less thrilled. I'm sure she was plotting in her mind ways to get home quick, but the counselors refused to let her call home. The fake getting sick thing didn't work so poor Baker was forced to stay at camp for the whole week. I still don't think Baker has let them forget it.
So, here's to hoping the trend has reversed itself. Here's to hoping the two Reynolds sisters who hated camp, dirt, sweat, and heat have grown to love it. Well, Here's to hoping I have atleast...otherwise it's gonna be a long summer. :)