<human>: When I was about 13 I went on a boy scout camping trip. I was really didn't want to go because it was religiously based and I hate the outdoors. So the outdoors + mormonism was hell. On the first day, we set up camp and I had to share my tent with this kid who smelled like onions. That night it was freezing cold and onion boy kept rolling onto me. On the second day we went hiking. While we were walking on this trail I tripped on a tree root and got a stick stuck in my leg. It went under the skin so you could see the stick from my knee cap up to my thigh. I had to get 30 stitches. I thought I was good so I went back to camp. That night was the same as the first. On the third day we did a boot camp thing. We had to exercise the whole day. They made me participate even though my leg still hurt like a mother fucker. That night was the same as the rest. On the last day we went swimming in a river that was close to the camp site. I refused to got swimming and I decided to read a book. The scout master pushed me into the river and got my copy of Slaughterhouse Five wet. We went home and I told about my experience and that I hated the outdoors. BTW, that river was filthy and my puncture wound got infected with staph. I almost lost my leg. I luckily didn't have any long lasting nerve damage. Also, my mom is making me go to another camping trip this week and I really don't want to.

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<bot>: I went camping and had to sleep next to a kid who smelled like onions, got a stick stuck in my leg that got infected with staph and I almost lost my leg. Now my mom is making me go back.