When I was nine. .
It was my second year of youth camp, a week long get-a-way for the kids. Our group of about twenty knew each other from the year before, except for one guy who was new to the camping experience. Most of us had to take care that we didn't spend too much money at the canteen, since we didn't have a lot of cash. The new guy evidently had tons of money, though, because I don't think he ate anything in the mess hall, he was always at the canteen buying candy.
A couple days into camp, the new guy started stinking us out of the cabin. We started ragging on him about smelling so bad, which probably made the situation worse. Soon, we were not only bothered by the smell, but we had to endure frequent explosions at all hours of the day and night.
On the third night, just when I was dozing off, there was an unusually loud rip from the new guy's bunk. In a few moments, the new guy went running out the creaky storm door of the cabin, dragging his sleeping bag behind him. Right after that, I started smelling the worst odor that ever passed my nose, and it got stronger as the seconds passed. It didn't take long for twenty kids and the counselor to vacate that cabin, in the middle of the night.
The new kid spent the rest of the night in the infirmary and was sent home, for "medical reasons", in the morning. We found out later that the loud rip and odor was only a small part of what happened that night. Evidently his sleeping bag and clothes went into the dumpster.
Doc