She'll be gone for 28 days - pretty much all of June. I think it's her favorite time of the year. Not that she doesn't love us, but we are always bugging her to do stuff.
My husband and his father went to this camp. My husband was six when he pitched a fit to go. I didn't let my daughter go until she was eight. I think the chances of a kid getting to go to camp if one of his parents didn't go are very low - especially 4-week camp. My friends and family were really worried the first year she went. I was worried, too, but I kept my mouth shut.
When we dropped her off the first time, I was in a hurry to get out of there. My husband wanted to know why I was acting so weird. I didn't tell him until later, but my kid wasn't crying and I wasn't crying, and I didn't want that situation to develop. So I thought it was best to just leave. I believe I was right. The second time we dropped her off, I was happy to be shown around the camp, but my daughter was just as happy for us to go ahead and leave. So we did.
Two months till camp. My daughter's counting down the days.
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