As part of our series on Gap Years, sabbaticals, big trips and everything in between, today’s blog comes from Sarah Richard who spent a summer in a camp in Pennsylvania.
“This is the hardest job you will ever love”. That’s what my camp director told us on the last day of camp after 11 non stop weeks of being a child. I mean being a camp counsellor. Honestly if he’d said that on the first day of camp I would have rolled my eyes (Americans are so cheesy). But, after approximately 73 days of being cried on, confided in and having shaving foam launched at me, I could have thrown my arms in the air and shouted ‘Hallelujah’ (now who’s the cheesy one).
So what is the fuss about working at a summer camp and why do tens of thousands of adults from all around the world sacrifice their summer to work across the US each year?
I asked myself the same question…
Let's be honest, s'mores are a big part of it