Actually, that's not entirely true.

Getting to the Summer camp was stressful. The bus driver was mean. A kid threw up on the bus and got yelled at. I got off the bus and threw up by myself and no adult even noticed. I had to take a class about building a dollhouse when I wanted to take something else that had to do with baking bread and singing songs. I didn't really finish the dollhouse. On the last day, I walked around the area and just wanted to understand why the adults seemed so enraptured by Catskill Beauty.