Take Me Back to Camp

09/16/2011 03:51 pm ET | Updated Nov 16, 2011

The happiest I remember being was in Eagle River, Wisconsin, when I was 11 years old. I was barefoot, unshaven, grass-stained, and awkward as hell. But, hey, it was camp. The only things that mattered were cabin songs, kayak strokes, and figuring out how to get the daddy longlegs out of the shower.

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