I was never a camper. I was never a Girl Scout. But back when I was 8 years old I was both, for a week anyway. Let the macramé begin.
My BFF was a Girl Scout and invited me to spend 7 girl-empowering days with her and about 100 other Girl Scouts at Camp Osito Rancho. Not only was this my first time camping, it was my first time away from home. I was so ready to do this - or so I thought.
The moment we arrived, the Girl Scout Leader shouted, "Four girls to a cabin, four girls to a cabin!" My friend and I were paired with two 9 year old besties with sassitude and an apparent axe to grind. These girls were hardcore, we could tell. They spoke their own secret language, they talked about boys, french kissing and periods. These girls knew stuff.
Our cabin roomies didn't like us from the start. They poked fun at the great care our mothers took in packing our suitcases and laughed at my stationary kit to write home. My friend was made of tougher stuff than I was, maybe because sheRead More »from Parenting Guru: Summer camp and mean girls