I was 10 years old the first time I went to camp. It was a day camp and I did not have a good experience. The activities were great but the way they handled (or didn't) a camper with diabetes made any of the good parts fade into the background. The staff didn't know much about diabetes and didn't ask questions. This resulted with them with me singled me out a lot. Not because they were trying to make me feel bad, or different, but because they didn't know how to handle any of it. Instead of going back to that day camp, I asked my parents about overnight camp. They tell me that threw them off guard, but they called their local JDF (now JDRF), who connected them to Camp Nejeda a resident