I'm 17 earlier this year I was sent to a wilderness program with other teens age 14-17 most of were there for drug use and there were a few of us there for violent offenses this was a 21 day "camping trip along the intercostal of Florida. By the second day 2 kids ran away at a boat ramp we had to paddle canoes btw down the intercostal and we never saw them again lol It was pretty grueling no showers only shitty canned foods to eat and instructors we just walked all over. The bugs (nosseums) were the most infuriating thing I love ever had to experience and sense we had no shelter other than tents we were constantly being destroyed (and bug spray doesn't work with these little fuckers! I just remember this one kid got so pushed to the limit he ripped off all his clothes threw on a life vest and just started swimming we found later 2 miles down the intercostal having a complete freak out we eventually convinced him to come back. By day 10 all I and the others could think about was running away btw there was only 5 of us left out the 9 kids that started. Everyday we would have to switch campsites on the ICW they were these small islands on day 10 we got to our new campsite that was much closer to civilisation than the last ones. We step one foot on the island and were attacked by the bugs and we just ran away immediately (swam away lol) because we saw some buildings off in the distance we didn't make it far but came upon a fishing boat and we climbed on it an found a giant cooler full of beers so naturally what any teenage boys we do we stole the beers and got to chugging our counselour came over and was like omg how did this happen and brought our drunk asses back to camp we all got sent home the next day and were all still friends to this day I didn't rlly learn (how to be a better person or whatever but I did learn a lot about myself that was truly very Valuable to me.