I just remembered a time when I almost got to go. I grew up in northern England. Camping on the cliff edge with the north sea blowing upon us excited me, even as a child. The family was going camping. I remember being at my gran and granddads the night before we were to leave. I started to itch, the itch turned out to be chicken pox. Gran and granddad were to come along with us but it ended up with the three of us staying home. I never did get to camp on the cliff edge. That journey is definitely on my bucket list!