Camp Downer is the only place where rainy days are as common as peanut butter and jelly sandwiches on tuna casserole day. It’s the only place where getting your hands on Chewy Sweet Tarts instead of Skittles is as unlikely as going into the Woodside bathrooms and finding an unclogged toilet to use. It is where debates are started about whether or not there are more people in the small, overcrowded cabins which reek with mildew, or bugs in the showers, sinks and urinals are reveille. It is where being full after a meal is as rare as finding a clean shower. It is a place where as many kids mask up their body odor and the smell of their clothes with deoderatnt and perfume as there are ghost in the forest. (Which the Eagles must have done something to the ghosts for they are always plagued with bad luck). It is where technology can only be found next to a chance to develop all of your photos in the regular photography class, or a song that is sung before friendship circle that doesn’t want to make you cry. Not to mention camp is run by a staff that would make more money sweeping the floors at McDonalds and by a Director who names his cars. But still this is the place I can call my second home. So “swish your bushy tail,” start a “mosh pot,” take a seat around the roaring campfire and be proud to be a Downer kid!!!!!!!!