“Starting at the age of 5, I was involved in the Indian Princesses with the YMCA. I was in the tribe called the Snow Owls. For those that aren't familiar, the Indian Princesses are a group of fathers and daughters that camp, attend meetings, do arts and crafts, and get involved in various nature-related activities. We did horseback riding, canoeing, roasted marshmallows over the campfire, and other such activities. I absolutely loved it! My only horrible memory was one night when I ventured into the woods alone to find the outhouse...I wandered back to what I thought was our cabin, snuggled into what I thought was my sleeping bag, and was awakened with flashlights in my face from the Fox tribe girls. Yeah, I wasn't in the Owl tribe cabin, I was in their cabin, and in someone else's sleeping bag. Other than that slight moment of horror, camping was nothing but good memories.” - Terry Newood (DET)

“When I was 10, my parents decided they were tired of us sitting around and causing trouble during the summer, so my Dad had the brilliant idea to send my brother and I to 'computer camp' at a local university. We arrived at camp with a sour attitude- I mean really- how much more nerdy could your summer vacation get, right? But it turns out that going to computer camp was one of the best things that I ever did. We spent half the day taking computer classes (which strangely enough, have been helpful as we moved through college and into our careers-- maybe our parents were on to something?), and the other half doing sports, playing outside, and attending culture classes. The neat thing was that the counselors were from all over the world. A lot of people from Trinidad and other international students spending the summer in Pittsburgh. I continued to attend camp for another four years and then went on to work as a counselor for another six summers. I made some really close friends working at that camp and had so many wonderful experiences. I even visited a friend in Trinidad for Carnival. I keep in touch with lots of people even today. Going to camp definitely gave me more independence and the confidence to do things on my own. It also gave me a more multicultural outlook on life and the desire to learn as much as I can about other people/places in the world.” - Mala Mason (PIT)

“I grew up in the inner city and my father had to work two jobs so we only took some day trips as a family. My grandmother, who was widowed and had the patience of a saint would have 10-12 boys from her sons’ and daughters’ families stay on her farm for two weeks during July. It was like a Huck Finn novel. There was no TV, just a block farm house, 10 bunk beds, and outdoor facilities. We didn't wear much more than shorts everyday, played in the fields, made rafts to go down the creeks and swam in ponds. On July 4th the parents came up (or down) and we had the biggest fireworks display you could imagine. Except one summer when it was pouring and they greased up little piglets and we had contests in a muddy pen. If we still had the 8mm film it would be on America's funniest home videos.” -Anonymous

“My parents would send my sister and I to Hiram House Camp every summer growing up. Most kids would cry because they didn't want to leave their parents, my sister and I would cry because we didn't want to go home.” - Carol A. Higgins (CLE)

“My most memorable moment in summer camp would take me back to the year 1970. I was four years old. At that time, my best friend’s name was Mark. He and I did everything together. When I think back, this memory never fails to pop into my head. We were lined up at the gate of the Humeville Swim Club. As we walked to the playground, in single file, Mark and I would sing the Beatles song, "Yellow Submarine". We only knew the chorus, but that was good enough for us. When we got to the swings, we would hop on and start our daily routine of singing and swinging. We would sing "Hello, Goodbye, Jell-o, No Pie." I never knew where that came from, but they were good 'ol' days.” - David L Feldman (PHI)

“I grew up as a camp kid, and also worked as a counselor for nine years and fondly remember those days even more than when I was the camper! My favorite memory is sending our new counselors through the woods asking every counselor for the "left-handed smoke shifter" when we cooked out on Fridays. Of course there's no such thing, and each counselor would tell the newbie that they thought so and so had it, or they gave it to someone else, and send the new counselor on the biggest wild goose chase... we all waited to see how long it took the new counselor to realize there is NO left-handed smoke shifter! Simple prank that never got old. - Brittany A. Dean (BRO)

“Well I didn't get to go to camp as a camper, but I did go as a counselor and was the keeper of giggling 12-14 year old girls. This was a church camp near Bedford, Indiana. On the last day of camp, everyone is tired so we have a day of games and I was counselor of the horseshoe games. (I chose it because it was in the shade). Needless to say, these girls had hardly heard of horseshoes let alone did they know how to play. One girl in particular was deadly. She threw the shoe straight up and I knew it was a bad deal. I screamed "watch out girls" and low and behold it hit me on the head and almost knocked me out. They put an ice pack on my head and made me lie down on the bunk. A little later I tried to get up and everything started moving, literally. I really thought I was hurt badly. Come to find out we were having an earthquake, wouldn't ya know it (nothing bad, just tremors)!” - Kathy Carlisle (CIN)

“When I was about 11 years old I went to this camp called NYSP, that was sponsored by Ohio State University. I did not enjoy going to NYSP at all! We stayed outside the majority of the day and had to run a lot on the track with the sun beaming down on us. All the kids enjoyed it and thought it was the times of their lives. I on the other hand thought that was abuse! However, now when I look back on that time, I am glad that I was able to do something productive with my summer even though I despised the activities we did. All kids should go to summer camp, at least once in their lives. Then they have memories, good and bad, to share with everyone.” - Champagne Braswell (GRO)

“I just thought I would throw this into the mix. I realize you are looking for summer camp stories but just as a flavor to that thought… I am of the older generation here being 59 years of age. When I was a boy, we really didn't have summer camp. I was raised on a 250-acre farm in the Hocking Valley so when summer came and all my fellow school mates in town would be off to their summer camp, I would have the joy and pleasure of spending the summer "making hay" for the following winter. This would entail getting up at 5 a.m. to do the morning chores and spending the rest of the day out in the fields either doing the hay or working the corn. In the evening there would be the evening chores around the barn and by the time you got to the house you were ready for bed. The nights were too short and the next day everything would start all over again.  Summer camp? For me that would have been a holiday dream!” - Charlie Workman (GRO)

Heidi Kelly is a Legal Assistant II in the Foreclosure department of the Pittsburgh office