Huffington Post Blogger and New York Post Writer Tina Traster Shares Scary Stories About Summer Camp (Opinion Column)

A mother stresses over her daughter’s first summer camp experience — amid fond memories of her own



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The business of raising a child these days can be dark and disconcerting. Especially if you’re sitting at a sleep-away camp orientation with nail-biting parents, as I was last January. We were gathered in an airless hotel suite for a question-and-answer session with the program director for an upstate sleep-away camp. Parents and children sat around a table piled with pretzels and potato chips, while a video of campers doing magic, woodworking, boating, and swimming played on a screen on the wall.

Just as we joined the group at the table, the director was assuring a nervous mom that the camp is absolutely peanut-free. Her apple-cheeked daughter, maybe a nine-year-old, said, “That’s good, because I can die if I eat peanuts.”

Her concern segued to mine. Our daughter, who will be eight when she goes to sleep-away camp for the first time, is a vegetarian with a squeaky-clean diet. Judging from the Tootsie Rolls on the table, I wasn’t sure I believed the program director when she told me children always have a vegetarian option, and “that doesn’t mean throwing tofu on a salad.”

I can imagine my food neurosis sounded trite to other parents — such as the mother who asked whether the counselors were screened and given background checks. Apparently they are. Counselors need to be 21 and free of a rap sheet. Those hired from overseas are screened by the INS. And if that isn’t enough, the program director, with 45 years under her belt, told us she has a sixth sense and knows when she’s sniffing trouble. (A fine HR skill.)

My mind floats back to my first year as a sleep-away camp counselor. I am 17. Headed to college that fall. I was given the job because my friend Caroline brought me to camp. No fingerprints. Or blood samples.

Then the same parent asked another question pertaining to her nine-year-old son. “Will he be exposed to the older children? And how much are these older children allowed to (fingers making quotation marks) ‘socialize’ with each other?”

The program director practically assured her the children leave their hormones at home when they come to camp. I couldn’t repress an audible snigger. At that, the boy’s father, hoping to make his wife’s concern look less dramatic, said, “We understand kids explore. We just don’t want a Patrick Swayze moment.”

As my daughter is turning eight, sexuality is the last thing on my mind, and hers. But the father’s remark made me wonder whether my parents ached over releasing me into a world where I had room to explore — and did.

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