I was in late elementary school and was with a large group of girl scouts on a weekend camping trip. It was that awful/awkward time when girls relational bullying was in full force. I mostly hung around one of my friends who was a bit overweight, really fun, really witty, definitely louder and not afraid to say what was on her mind. She wasn't the most popular girl, but I really liked her. I think we were in a tent with a few other less popular girls. Most of the weekend with the larger group, we were quietly snubbed by a clique of the others who were definitely more popular. Maybe it was really subtle, maybe the troop leaders were blind, maybe they didn't care, or maybe they didn't like us either. I just remember feeling really lonely and unsupported and sad and homesick (which I am not typically), especially after my friend and I were called over by one of the leaders who sternly accused us of ripping some tenting material in one of the shared areas. We did NOT do any such thing. Her reply was "Well, there are a lot of girls here who say you two did this. And these tents belong to the council, so we are going to have reimburse them for returning them damaged now" We told her we didn't have anything to do with it, but it was clear she did not believe us. I'm 45 years old and STILL remember how horrible this felt.