The trip with my Parents and Siblings that I remember the best was when I was 12 and my brother was 7.
We had borrowed my Uncle's canvas tent. It was a big outfitter type tent. I can't remember the exact size but it was at least 12' x 8'.
WE pulled into Jasper and my Dad starting trying to figure out how to set the tent up. We soon ran out daylight and my Dad was still trying to get the tent set up.
My brother started running around the tent, singing "This isn't gonna work out!" over and over.
My Dad finally lost his cool and told my mom to shut that kid up.
The tent went up once my dad listened to me and agreed that the support poles went the other way.