The whole family (9 total) tent camping on either Freeport or Surfside beach. My uncle and cousins from Lake Jackson would meet us there.
Nothing you ate did not have sand on it. Nothing you touched did not have sand on it. Sand would find its way into your bed sheets. Sand, sand, sand, everywhere sand! But man, it was a blast.
Walking up and down the beach collecting drift wood during the day so we could have a huge bon fire each night. Yep, in the sand.
I can't talk about my childhood camping without thinking about sand :(