Many editors are bookish, and Ali and I certainly are. At summer camp, we were even more shy, and therefore didn’t love riotous, outgoing, sunshiney summer camp.
Looking back, we’re able to say we each survived camp twice, living to not only tell the tale, but also to provide some tips for future quiet campers—even if we wouldn't want to go back ourselves.
Here are some of the ways an introvert can survive—and make learn to like!—camp:
Ali: The most stressful part was, oddly, mealtime. So many outdoor voices in a contained space, food that wasn't exciting, picking a table to sit at. What did you do then?
Caro: I hear you on all the outside voices in one very closed space! But I actually loved mealtimes (despite the wan salad bar). I loved the crates of milk cartons and the singing at meals—I think because I got to be a spectator and could participate at a safe distance (or, alternatively, take solace in lunch).
But the real question is, even if we didn't love camp, would we go back? Would we send our kids?
Ali: The parts that I remember liking about camp—mostly the Choco Tacos and lanyards—could have been part of my life without the social anxiety, and probably weren't worth the social anxiety. Mom and Dad, we should've gone camping!
Caro: I wanted to love camp so much, but in reality, I was too darn shy and, frankly, clingy to enjoy it. Even as an adult, trying to imagine going back makes me feel squirmy and desperate for alone time. I really believe that some kids are going to love going to camp and some kids aren't—and that it's okay for the latter to be their bookish, no-rowdy-chants-for-me-thank-you selves.
Were you a cabin squatter like us? Or were you all about camp? Share your own camp survival tips in the comments.