Lots of great camping memories...DD age 5, dressed in her dads t-shirt because she went through every piece of clothing she had while playing near a creek...DS age 12 begging to sleep in the truckbed instead of the tent...
I think my fondest memory is of my youngest son, Christian. He is severelr mentally handicapped, with the mind of a 1 yr old . He can walk but had balance issues. One day he watched as the other kids climbed a small hill and rolled down. Christian made an attempt to climb it too, but he fell on his butt. He got back up and tried again. And again. And again. For hours. I tried to give him a hand but he would have none of it. He worked on that hill all afternoon. And then he spied a tree with low branches nearby. He somehow figured it out and used the tree branches to haul himself up to the top. He couldn't figure out how to get down and roll so he just ran full tilt down the hill. The look on his face! For the rest of our stay all he wanted to do was climb that hill. He fell a lot but he kept getting up again, no crying.