I was bit by the camping bug as a child, 60 years ago. First in a tent, then a borrowed, homemade teardrop trailer. While I was in HS and College, my Dad retired and my parents hit the road. First, in a 'B', then a TT and finally a 'C' towing a VW. MY Dad always wanted to see Alaska, but he didn't live long enough to make the trip. So I made it for him years later. I know he would have loved it as much as I did. I still haven't been to Oregon and Washington, but they're on my bucket list.
I find it funny that there are pieces of my trips with them as well as my own trips that I remember vividly while others are lost to me. And much of what I remember isn't important or even noteworthy to anyone but me.