My brother went too.
He hated it. He started a fire and tried to burn the camp down.
I mean, maybe it was an accident. He was helping in the kitchen, and he left a pot on the stove with the burner on. The hired chef was making out with one of the counsellors. The flames spread quickly.
They had to call the fire department.
After they put the fire out, we asked the firefighters if they had accepted Jesus as their Lord and Savior.
"Fuck no," one said.
We went home shortly after that.