My first camping was with the folks in a canvas tent when I was around five or six. Then it was a pop up for a number of years until they bought a 21 ft trailer in the 70s. By that time my brother and I had our own tent which was better than the stuffy trailer with my dad snoring.
Honey and I started camping together in the mid 80s when a few friends asked us to go with them. We had no gear so we tossed a futon in the back of the van and scrounged up what supplies we could. The van worked out so we put a Jon boat on top or pulled a boat behind but we went fishing all over.
For awhile we had a 62 Cree 13 ft trailer that a customer had redone. We drug that thing all over the Rockies including some 4x4 trails but it had no amenities like tanks or a heater. I also couldn't stand up or lay out on the bed so we sold it for what we paid 5 years earlier and bought a BIG tent.
The tent is 10x20 and has a 8 1/2 ft ceiling, so there was lots of room for me. One of the rooms had a king sized inflatable mattress, the other end was the porta potty and storage while the middle was the seating area and kitchen on less than perfect trips. One weekend it rained and we never had to leave the tent. It was kinda eery when we did finally come out to see everyone else had left.
We took a break in the late 90s due to our business getting too big. We spent 13 years traveling abroad on more normal vacations. Three years ago I decided to semi retire and trimmed the business back to do so. Now that we had time again we decided to get back to camping. We set the tent up in the yard just to see how the dogs would handle it but the old mattress leaked and I could barely walk the next day. I started looking at campers as I had my coffee that morning and a month later we had the trailer we do today.