reasoner11
Never got to go when I was a kid. Always thought it would be so much fun - all the friendships I'd make and trouble I'd get into. Then I remember that I hate bugs, don't like sleeping outside, really enjoy my own bed (and always have) and am not super outdoorsy. Hmm...maybe it wouldn't have been so fun. Maybe it would be a childhood memory I wouldn't cherish but would instead continue to punish my parents for making me go.