I’m not sure why I hate camping so much. Maybe it’s because my parents never took me when I was a kid, so unlike my friends who’d regularly take family camping trips, I missed out on learning to appreciate the great outdoors.Read more: The Truth About Growing up as an Adventure BabyBut I think the Year 9 survival camp I was forced to go on is what really scarred me. Although I was never a fan of school camps, for most of them we were at least able to sleep in cabins with actual beds and in some cases heaters and air conditioners.But for the Year 9 camp we were forced to go on a five hour hike to our campsite in Lake Eildon, which had no showers or toilets. We then had to set up tents in the pouring rain and I was forced to spend an entire night with a bunch of smelly rowdy boys who did not understand the basic concepts of personal space or how to use roll on deodorant.