Well my experience was way back in 73 or 74, maybe both...Highlights were the amazing piano player/songwriter John something who sang a song about "Sweet Dandelion". If anyone knows where to find his work currently, please let me know. The other highlight was watching the swallows fly at dusk in the field next to the barn. And trying to raise three baby swallows which fell out of their nest, keeping them in the attic of the barn till we were caught. And building a sod house with Phillip Zwieg until the rains came. Eating corn fresh off of the stalk and running through thunder and lightening storms. This part of my story I've been wanting to tell: at 13, there were a few 21 year old or older counselors who were hitting on me. Males. One took me into the woods and gave me wine and pot made out with me, all but seduced me. He was married and 26. Ken something.. I remember me getting into trouble for that but not him, although he was married. And there was one male counselor who called my home after camp was over every day and tried to make my his girlfriend, although I was 13. No one at Appel Farm cared to hear about it then, they blamed me. Today these idiots would be on Dateline, NBC and arrested. Then, they were counselors at Appel Farm. Hope it's changed.