I’m a city girl through and through, so it may not be the worst thing ever but for me it was a nightmare. At the end of junior year, my friend convinced me to go camping with her and her parents for a week because it’d be “fun”. Being gullible, I agreed. We get to our campsite and set up. Over the course of the week, raccoons steal our bread and chips at night. Our nearby neighbors include a guy so creepily desperate for friends that he randomly shows up where ever we are and waits for us outside the showers. There are gigantic mosquitos trapped in spider webs above the outdoor showers and it’s so dark at night, you can’t see 20 feet ahead of you. The icing on the cake happened when it downpoured. The tent my friend and I shared got soaked. Our clothes floated down the hill and spiders from the trees had fallen onto our tent. Did I mention that I’m terrified of spiders? I found them in my pants and shoes for the next two days. It was the longest week of my life. When I got back home, to the city, I literally wanted to kiss that gum littered sidewalk. I’ll never go camping again.