Alright, so I work at a summer camp up in the woods of Northern Maine. It's pretty secluded, and its at least 45 minutes away from any kind of civilization, making it the perfect place for rich kids from Philly or the rich parts of suburban Massachusetts to come down and spend 6 weeks. The camp was small and quaint, with facilities that worked and were clean, wooden and rustic, with a wooden lodge with a leaky roof and a creaky spring door that served as the stage, pingpong arena, cafeteria, kitchen, and board game center . It wasn't fancy or elegant like most of the kids were used to back home, but the kids still had plenty of fun at hand. T