You’ll Have the (Most Miserable) Time of Your Life

I’m dropping my kids off at camp today. I hope and expect that they’ll have a good time. But I’m afraid that they won’t. My first summer camp experience was one of the worst weeks of my life. I was painfully shy, knew next to no one and spent most of the week by myself. It was better the next year, but if I’d had my druthers I wouldn’t have gone. Ultimately, I’m glad my parents made me go, but I do hope that my younger daughter (who is shy much like I was) has an easier time than I did.