My parents started taking me camping before I can remember it. I learned to walk at a campground! The one I remember was a Dutchcraft camper. I can remember exactly how it looked on the inside and outside. My sister and I used to fight over who got to sleep in pull down bunk bed and who got to sleep on the fold down table. Then my brother came along and he got whatever he wanted
We would spend all day riding bikes and at the playground. I've still got some of the scars to prove it! Many happy memories of campfires: my Mom burning the soles of her shoes on the fire ring because there was a skunk under her chair, feeding the skunks hot dogs to torment my Mother, Dad eating peanuts and throwing the shells (to attract the skunks, I'm sure), etc. I can also remember spending the last two weeks of August before school started sitting in the camper with a wash cloth over my nose and eyes because I couldn't breathe due to allergies.
Now it's fun for my parents, my brother and sister and their families to come visit Mike and I when we camp. It brings back many fond memories and lots of good stories to tell the nieces and nephews! I'm hoping to hook a whole new generation on camping. Thanks for letting me share the memories!