When I went to summer camp, we made dream catchers, got bitten by spiders and mosquitoes, sang “Quinn the Eskimo” with vegan camp counselors that viewed river bathing as the only necessary form of hygiene for weeks on end. I’ve had a leech stuck to my butt cheek, tie-dyed fingers for 7 days straight, and splinters in unmentionable places. I even pierced the ears of other girls while wearing socks and Tevas at the same time. I learned what a moon pad (gross) was and read Jonathan Livingston Seagull.

This morning, I drop off my son at his super chic urban summer camp, and see this wild torture device sitting in the playground:

Great, more vomit at summer camp.

But seriously – how COOL is this? It definitely makes my summer camp look like a gauche amputee with a lazy eye and unibrow who chews with her mouth open and has headgear.