When I was growing up, my mother sent me to all sorts of places from an early age (1st poney camp at 6 yo in Burgundy .. and a linguistic camp in rural England at 7 years old!). While some experiences were a bit tough, they were all very formative and I am grateful because 1/ she was working long hours, solo parenting 3 children and needed to keep me busy during holidays and 2/ it did plant a seed in me. I wish she knew about the brilliant British Exploring Society in my teenager years.
Last summer, our big boy Marcelo went to his first real summer camp. Ok, he had been before to a…