Camping It Up

As part of a series on summer camp, Timothy Noah has an article in Slate about how your reaction to camp tells a lot about you.  His piece is humorous, but I've had the same theory for years.

I hated camp.  Unlike Noah, I liked sports, which camp certainly had, but I didn't like being thrown into a regimented place with people I didn't know. (Good thing I grew up after the draft.) The best day I had at camp was when I broke my glasses and had to be driven into town to get a new pair. I preferred to spend my summers hanging out with friends I'd chosen, doing what I wanted to do when I wanted to do it.  That's the attitude, I suppose, of a libertarian.  Or maybe just a quiet, introspective type.  Or someone very lazy.

Meanwhile, my brother loved camp.  I'm not saying that makes him less independent, though it probably suggests he's better with people. (I don't think it tells how he'll vote.)

My sister also went to camp, though I'm not sure how she felt about it.