I never went to summer camp; never shared bunkbeds for a summer, did 3-legged races, sent or received letters from home, and certainly no canoeing. The closest I got was the mandatory week at Outdoor School while I was in 5th grade, 6th grade...I don't know. All I remember from that was not being impressed with the "terrifying" nighttime hike, a girl in my cabin that screamed in her sleep and was rumored to have, "went to the bathroom ON the seat," (VERBATIM) and, that if you need to, you can eat miner's lettuce.
But maybe this summer I can give it another shot. Camp Wandawega in Elkhorn, Wisconsin seems much more my speed. It might even make me like summer.