My camp history is quite extensive. My mother and her best friend grew attending a sleepover camp, Camp Jorn YMCA in Northern Wisconsin, in a small town called Manitowish Waters. As they grew up they moved on and started working there, in these days they were hired at just the age of 15. My mother had me when she was 21 years old so camp was still a huge part of her lives and it soon became a part of mine. Most of my mom’s closest friends attend or worked at this summer camp. I was five years old when I first stepped foot on the property. I don’t remember…