I remember when----???? (camping version).

I think it was 1962 when dad got a pop-up to pull with his falcon. 5 of us went around the Gaspe Peninsula. We often camped in a cow pasture with a picnic table and gave the farmer what we wanted. Once we had to close the gate so the cows wouldn't get out. It was a very good summer. Mom didn't think we should call it camping because we weren't sleeping on the ground anymore.

I still have the camp box that my parents had made in the 50s.