I hated summer camp. Even though it wasn’t too far from home, I was never a fan.

Summer camp was held in the CYO facility in Coney Island, right next to the Half Moon Hotel, where legend has it, mobster Abe “Kid Twist” Reles was either pushed or jumped from a widow before testifying in a rackets trial.

I could remember lunches, where, if you didn’t bring your own, consisted of a slab of American Cheese on dry whole wheat bread.

And the customary “bug juice”, which was some weird kind of punch with a lot of pulp in it.

I think the only thing I looked forward to was swimming.

Otherwise the occasional excursion to Kaiser Park a few blocks away didn’t thrill me. There we’d play soccer games, long before they became popular here in the U.S.

It was always a great time of day when “bus 18” was called.

OK, so it wasn’t the best summer activity; but I’m sure what you remember either was more terrifying or something you looked forward to every summer.
Especially if it was sleepover camp.

Feel free to leave your memories below.