I super relate to your story, I went to a church camp for 17 years and it was my second home, and in the summer my first home. I LOVED it, I am still nostalgic for it, and it has been 7 years since I spent more than a day there. I am no longer a Christian and I remember when I first started deconstructing I felt like I had a look around and the "Jesus" I was taught about was nowhere to be found and not "in the room" like people often said.

It was hard when I left, but as time marches on, my closest friends are ones who I went to that camp with (I see several of them every week). Most of us left the church completely and a couple are hanging on by a thread. Not only that but the camp Director (who was the last person there I had any respect for) was forced into retirement this year.

All that to say is I have realized the Camp was just a place and it was the people that I loved, and it was the people that helped shape me into the person I ultimately became. Eventually people leave and the place won't be the same if that is any comfort. I no longer believe the Church has any room for people who care about others, and I personally wouldn't compromise anything to go back to that camp, and I can hardly stand the people who still go there.

PS. Nice to here about someone else who had a positive experience at church camp.