When I was a kid we camped from coast to coast many times. The last time, my little brother was only five months old (I was 15). We had a blast - six kids, a pop-up and a station wagon. We got lost in Wyoming, broke both headlights out on a gravel road in the middle of nowhere, went the wrong way down Main Street in Wayne, Indiana, got butted by goats in Nebraska and caught prairie dogs in Colorado.
When my kids were little, we started camping early. The memories from those days are priceless.
Now we're camping with the grandkids, making memories for another generation.
Go for it - you'll never regret making memories.
Elizabeth