There are two types of people in the world: (1) People who attended summer camp as children—maybe they even became camp counselors in a vain attempt to postpone adulthood in their early 20s, not that I would know anything about that. (2) Non-summer-camp people. These people might even think that summer-camp people are weird and part of a cult.
Too bad there isn’t a way in New York City to show the latter that they are wrong and/or a have the former group relive the best days of their youth while they struggle with the cruel realizations of adulthood. But, wait. Is there?
There is, in six easy steps: