I had never been camping in my life until I met BF and went camping in a tent with him and his teenaged daughter at 38. I hated it. BF had been tent camping his whole life, and he just didn't understand why I didn't enjoy peeing in the woods and getting poison oak on my hiney! I went tent camping twice and swore to never ever do it again. I am 44 now and BF is 43, and in January, we bought a new to us Class C and absolutely LOVE it. Now, when he says, "Let's go camping!", I'm out the door faster than he is.