I'm laying it all out in this thread. Every possible thing I can think of I'm going to post. It's kinda cathartic.
During the period of time between ages--I think--7 and 11, my dad or mom would drive me and my brother to a sort-of-camp type place each morning while they went to work during Summer break. It was run by a local church, but I don't really remember much about that part other than that each day there was one class regarding some Bible stuff and when the teach would ask a question, the kid who had the right answer earned a fun size piece of candy. I remember the candy but practically none of the religion stuff. I also remember having in-depth discussions about Nickelodeon Guts with a few of the kids I befriended and that they had an NES with Excitebike and Mario 3.
SO ANYWAY, each Summer there was a huge one-day festival at, what I assume now, is the local mega-church than ran our camp. We and several other camps would attend, also probably part of this mega-church's organization. This day was always lots of fun - activities galore: face painting, arts 'n' crafts, sports stuff, field day type activities where we earned ribbons, etc. At the end of the day there was always a huge water balloon and super soaker battle royale.
Some of the details are pretty unclear in my head now that I'm 33. I want to say that the camp counselors were mostly in their early twenties. I think the last or second to last year -- during the water fight one of the female counselors was nearby my group. For some reason I yelled out "EVERYBODY'S SHIRTS ARE SEE-THROUGH" and broadly gestured around me...... except I ended sort of pointing and staring directly at her, where it turned out we could all clearly see her sports bra through the white camp tee. All the kids starting laughing as this poor young adult's face turned beat red, dropped her water gun trying to quickly cover her chest and running off. I felt bad having embarrassed my counselor but everybody was so engrossed in the battle that it was easy to forget about it and get back to the fun.
Cut to an hour later, back at our camp having our late afternoon lunch. One of the guy counselors comes over to my table, leans in, and says "so I heard you saw something real good earlier today."
I'm like, "what? oh. everybody's shirts were all wet, yeah." He's like "no, no... I mean... when you looked at (whatever her name was)... what did you see?" Some of the other male counselors are starting to chuckle.
At this point my face is turning red and I start getting really flustered. I shout "I DIDN'T SEE ANYTHING", to which he and the other guys laugh. He walks away, but a few minutes later from across the room one of the other guys loudly says "hey, Justin, what'd you see again? anything you liked?" Now the girl is starting to get embarrassed again, telling them to shut up while I blurted out "I SAID I DIDN'T SEE ANYTHING".
Why the fuck were these guys hassling me, a got-dang pre-prepubescent child, about some quasi-sexual stuff? Worse yet, this was mid-July; I still had at least three or four weeks of camp and I now fucking dreaded going each morning. Those particular counselors weren't always there so I still had some less stressful days. When they were there, though, I always had to watch my back, in wait that they were going to embarrass me again when the senior counselors weren't around. And they did one or two times, but I guess the joke had died out because it didn't garner much interest by that point.
Also, I was always jealous of the kids whose birthdays were in the Summer because they got special treatment and gifts at camp year after fucking year, and since my brother and I were both born in March we got jack alongside all the other Spring, Fall, and Winter babies. There was definite resentment that the counselors were apparently oblivious to. One year a girl got a Geordi LaForge style VISOR toy, which I'm sure was cheap and not worth anything, but I was absolutely livid with jealously like I'd never experienced to that point. I wanted that thing so bad I considered stealing it. Like, I formulated a plan and everything, keeping an eye on her and where she put it all day long, knowing exactly where I could hide it. I just couldn't bring myself to go through with it. I'm still ashamed of that level of petty jealousy for a toy.