My mother's idea of camping was staying at a Holiday Inn. Never had the chance to camp as a kid. When we got married, my dad outfitted us two young hippies with everything we needed for a two month backpacking honeymoon. We still laugh about skinny dipping in Jackson Lake in the Tetons after a week in the woods without bathing.
Our first camper was a 1976 Toyota Chinook. It had a tiny sink with a pump handle, a little refrigerator, a drawer with a pull out chemical toilet and the dinette made into a bed. We quit camping in 1980 when we moved to Colorado. We didn't have the money for a camper as we struggled to put food on the table and a roof over our heads.
Life eventually treated us well and we bought a fiver in 2003. We used it about four weeks a year until buying the MH in 2007. Now retired, we are out 120+ days a year. But we still laugh when we see one of those Chinooks on the road and think about camping in it. Life indeed has been good.