One of the strongest memories I have of being a kid during the summer was a large scale food fight that broke out one day during Golf and Tennis camp. It started when a few of the older kids sneaked into the kitchen to scoop up ice balls from the shaved iced machine. This led to half eaten grilled cheeses and ketchup soaked fries being flung in the air. The tennis and golf instructors were overthrown, as there were a handful of them to fifty or so of us. It was total mayhem and one of those empowering childhood moments where you realize the sheer number of you versus the grown-ups allows you to get away with something you wouldn't dare to do by yourself. Nobody could tell who started it, and they weren't going to throw all of us out of camp. It was a win-win, until you got a chocolate shake in the face.
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