La-da-da Mr. Fancypants and his cage-free summer camp of finite duration is here to tell the rest of us how great it was.
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I sent my son, when he was 8, to summer camp for a week. He got homesick and guess what? I was picked him mid way through. This is not summer camp.
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I must say, Ingraham being forced to attend some horrific summer camp taken straight out of a dystopian scifi thriller might just be the most plausible explanation I've come across so far for why she is the way she is.
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Privileged childhood! I stayed home summers while both parents went off to work. At 9, I was allowed to pick strawberries, raspberries and beans to earn school supply money. Hugging was allowed, but uncommon. But yeah, never had to wonder if I would see my parents.
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Completely irrelevant, but you triggered me there momentarily.
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Also the lights were not on 24/7.
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I went to a summer camp. We had horses there. The horses lived in better conditions than these poor children.
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