My dad decided to send me to a four-week Catholic youth camp near Inverness after 3rd grade ended for the summer. I rode the Atlantic Coast Lines Silver Meteor up there and the camp picked us up at the railroad station. The camp was full of good Catholic boys of all ages and older teens were our counselors. They had archery, rifle range, fishing and swimming at the adjacent lake, and numerous other activities to keep us busy. I liked the massive old trees with Spanish moss hanging down. The most memorable event of the four weeks was the moonless night all of us got food poisoning and we had to run from our various cabins in the dark, avoiding trees and other running kids and counselors, to the toilets in another building some distance away in the dark forest. I made it in time but a lot of kids didn't because all the toilets were occupied and we had to watch where we walked the next day and it smelled awful.