Let's (Not) Wait a While. Before It's Too Late...

Camp was many things. The place you first learned to swim, played Nathan Detroit om stage to middling reviews, or shaved your legs for the first time. But above all, it was a sizzling Petri dish of sexual exploration. This was the equation. Massive peer group + teen supervision + being in the outdoors with nothing to do at night + a thousand secret hiding places = make out city. For eight weeks a year you could explore every urge you had and do just about anything without staining your carefully cultivated virginal hometown reputation. The Purity test was as common as Vogue magazine during fashion week. You would take it at the beginning of camp and then over and over throughout the summer. Your score would start at a goody goody 83. Wight weeks later it was guaranteed to be in the low fifties. Take it today... our favorite question, number 58. Though we do like the handwritten note along side question 46. CLICK TEST TO ENLGARGE...