I tent camped a bit with my aunt and uncle back in the 60's when I was around ten. Decided I didn't like camping. Then, tent camped with a friend in my early twenties and remembered why I didn't like camping. Then, in my mid-thirties, we rented an rv and drove it to Maine for a week's vacation. After that trip I vowed to NEVER camp again. Enjoy and camping were not something I could even remotely see as being in the same sentence.
Later, when I was in my forties, we adopted a retired racing greyhound, and I fell deeply, madly in love with that dog (and she with me). Every time we went on vacation (we even had someone come to the house and dog sit) the dog got sick (wouldn't eat, vomited, etc) and her hair would start falling out.
So, fate had me consider rv's. We bought one, loved it, as did our dog, and we have had the best adventures ever.
Our rv has been the best, financially unsound decision of our lives.