You feel like a rebel for wearing shoes.
No matter how many times you wash it, your raincoat permanently smells like the Brule.
Your first urge while walking into church is to break out dancing and wonder why no one else is.
You believe deep down that a lake shower is equivalent to a real shower.
You shout “TTO” everywhere you go and people stare at you like you’re some kind of weirdo.
You’ve convinced so many campers that cooties are real that you half believe in them yourself.
You can quote the all the Rejected Sports videos line by line.
You start chanting “USA” everywhere you go.
On Wednesdays, you cook all your food over a fire.
You find yourself putting random Bible verses to songs and singing them to everyone you see on the street and are confused why they don’t give you cabin points.
You feel sick at the smell of standard shaving cream from Day Camp water day.
You start listening to the “Church Clap” for fun.
You’re shocked when you see people in two-piece swimsuits that aren’t modest tankinis.
You’re convinced that the dirt layer on your feet is a tan.
You start jumping into the nearest body of water with your clothes on purely out of habit.
“Can we blow that up?” is a serious question.
You ask small children in public where their counselor is.
You start wearing your staff shirt every Sunday and Friday purely out of habit.
Every time you make a decision, you ask yourself, “Is this something that Jeff would fire me for?”
You have legitimate nightmares about having to choose between canoeing down the Brule or running Day Camp.
You have more merchandise from your camp than from your college.
You get campsick instead of homesick.
(Most of these are from fellow staff members, a couple are original.)