Rereading My Childhood – A Year With the BSC #6: BSC Day Camp

A Year With the BSC is an informal series wherein I explore the 1990’s CD-ROM video game The Baby-sitters Club Friendship Kit. The game is more of a personal organizer; it features with a calendar, an address book, a stationary kit, a flyer maker, and a personality profile. I’m focusing on the more interesting aspect of the game: the personalized letters and the journal entries. The full list of entries can be found at

It must be Camp Week in Stoneybrook because that was the topic du jour this week. But first, a little story from Mary Anne.


What if a movie doesn’t have a sad part? She’d probably find something the cry about. She feels things. Keep those feelings, Mary Anne. I was a sensitive kid, also. I was so sensitive that the other kids made fun of me. One day, I decided the way to get them to stop making fun of me was to stop being so sensitive. The kids found something else about me to tease and now I don’t feel anything besides anger.

Anyway, Mallory is excited for the annual Pike family trip to Sea City.


I said it once during my review of Boy-Crazy Stacey and I’ll say it again, Mr. Pike must be in the mob. How can he afford an annual trip to Sea City complete with beach house for him, his wife, his seven children, and 24-hour babysitting fees? Unless Stoneybrook is the center of the east coast tech boom akin to Cupertino, the only way to explain his income is illegal activity. I also wonder if Stoneybrook has enough crime to support a thriving mafia underground. His quiet life in Stoneybrook must be a cover for his true job in Providence, Rhode Island. That’s it. That’s why they need so much babysitting – the commute must be a bitch.


This entry is clearly referencing a BSC book I haven’t reread yet. I’ll be sure to mention that when I get to the book. I’m surprised they haven’t mentioned the kids’ day camp the BSC started in Kristy’s Big Day. Or the day camp they start in Mary Anne and Camp BSC. Or the day camp they start in The Baby-Sitters Club: The Movie.


Oh, Claudia. I’m happy you tried.


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