How did we end up here?

Two or three summers ago, me and my then close godsisters heard about a camp.
A totally amazing camp that we could go to for only $25 dollars... wow.
They had hear about it from a friend who heard about it from another friend, and on and on.
Anyways, thing is that we decided to go.

We sign up and get on the bus. Excited little girls going to camp together, young an sweet...
We get there and get divided according to age groups. Which ment that I was going to have one of my godsisters in my cabin.

WELL, this is where the story gets interesting. It's the second night of camp and all the girls in the cabin start discussing how they got to the camp.

Within the whispers we heard;
"Well my dad raped me and I had to have an abortion so my social worker sent me here..."

"I just never felt like I belonged, so I ran away"

"Got this piercing and then she kicked me out...I had to go to this foster home and that's how I met ...."

Uhm, what? Me and my godsister are baffled. No idea why all these kids have such problems...
One of the girls then asks us "What foster home do you come from?"

We reply that we have always lived with out parents and never had to go through that. All out cabin mates looked confused at this point so we just dropped the conversation.

Big mistake.

DAY 3 comes along and we decided to confront one of the leaders at the camp.

"How come everyone here seems to have gone through something horrible?"

Her: "what do you mean?"

"Ya, they were all talking about their foster parents and such."

Her: "ooooooh... okay. Who's your social worker?"

"Uhm, we don't have one? Why? :S"

Her:" Wow, how did you get here then? This is a foster kids camp."

...FML