Girl's Camp? Really?!?

We love our calling as Sunbeam teachers! We have the cutest little beamers! They are so loving and cute! Jon especially loves this calling, it's perfect for him. He's so cute with the kiddos. And I love that we get to do it together! So, we had our couple calling and I thought we were good... I shouldn't have thought that.... A few weeks ago the Relief Society Pres. called and asked me to help with the stake women's conference which will be fun! I just get to help invite and get our ward there. I was excited about it because I would meet more people in the ward! Well, I guess I wasn't doing enough because I got another call to meet with the bishopbric... at this point I just thought I was in trouble, and I guess in a sense I sure am!! They asked me to be the YM CAMP DIRECTOR!!!!!!!!!!!! I said yes, but almost cried. And Jon was there with me and almost laughed right out loud.
Ok, for those of you who don't know me very well, let me tell you about my camping experience. My first camp out was with my family when I was 2. It was less than ideal, and was starting to rain, so my Dad said if we could go home, he would buy us a dog. We had Buffy, our cute cocker spaniel for 20 years and never camped again.
From then growing up, our camping was done in condos. I like this kind of camping.
But then I was 12, and I had to go to girl's camp. Sounded like fun and all... ish.
Here's how girl's camp went for me:
One year I was sick. And no offense to the girls I grew up with, but we didn't always get along, especially at camp so it wasn't as enjoyable as it was supposed to be.
One year I had to bring my friend from another ward for reinforcements or I wouldn't go.
One year there were 4 of us that were abandonded and forgotten as we were in a paddle boat on the river, they just forgot about us and left to go to dinner. We didn't get dinner that night.
One year I was almost sent home because I was blamed wrongfully for a snipe hunt gone bad.
I decided not to go anymore so the bishop and the stake YW presidency came to my house to convince it would be "fun"... I didn't go.
The more I think about it, the more unpleasant memories come to mind about girl's camp.
Now why... why me... why now. That's what I'm asking. I know God does things for a reason for sure, but I don't know about this one yet. So please pray for me as I try to figure this out!!! And feel free to laugh at me and with me and hope I make it through July!!!!!