There I was, at the front entrance to Camp Slenderwood. The beginning of my 7 day long prison sentence had begun. I never was into the outdoors; I much preferred staying inside browsing the internet. The only reason I was there in the first place was because my parents wanted some privacy to do their “taxes”. I was almost 18, and I knew what that really meant. I figured it would be better to just go with their plan than interrupt their alone time.