Camped with my folks until it was time for me to fly. Mom and Dad started out with an umbrella tent and a whole bunch of gear on a little home-made utility trailer, pulled by Dad's '50 Plymouth. Then he upgraded to a used '61 Chrysler ("never saw a busted axle on a Chrysler", according to the mechanic at the garage) and a 12' Aloha. That went until the mid-60's until we hit the big time with a 16' Kenskill.
I left home to get married, and we started out right as a couple: Camping! We had an old umbrella tent, carried in the back of my '66 F150, along with a whole bunch of hand-me-down tent stuff from my Dad. Including a Coleman stove which got thrown in the creek after it caught fire.
Later we went to an Apache tent trailer, and went nearly everywhere there was to go with that one. We were out camping the night the Hood Canal Bridge sank - "Oh, the weather won't be bad at the coast, says the weatherman"; but this region is one of the hardest for forecasting in the world...
Then my Dad got a mid-size Chinook after my Mom passed away, and let us use it. That was until it almost killed my brother, then it had a crack at me. Blown tires, both times. Tire store guy sold him these new tires that were "more than adequate for this rig".
Got a little-bitty camper for my little-bitty '75 import truck after that. Places we didn't go with the tent trailer, we went with that. 185,000 miles on the truck when I sold it.
Took up sailing, and spent many nights on the water. Then when we moved to a new house, it was the boat or the house. The house won. After we had both been promoted, it was again time to go camping. I found a little bitty (I think it was 16') Sidekick 5th wheel to tow behind my latest import truck. (I used to drive 100 miles+ per day.)
Sold the little fiver for a Winnebago 19' crackerbox that I got for a song, because it needed the engine rebuilt and just some minor refurbish work inside. Lots of miles on the old Winneo.
Sold the Winnebago for a 32' Pace Arrow. What a mistake. Where the Winneo was reliable, the Pace was a POS. Turned out to have body cancer, the wiring and appliance installs must have been done on Monday morning after the entire factory went on a bender weekend. But we needed something to live in while we built our new house; doing it mostly with our own hands. I've owned 35+ different cars and trucks, turned a wrench on all of them, and that stupid Pace was the ONLY thing that ever stranded me.
Dumped the Pace for a 19' Aljo, and traveled a lot with that one, eventually turning it in for a 23' Aljo, which got a lot of the same miles.
We traded the 23' Aljo for a 24' Prowler with a hand-cranked slideout, and that was the most problematic trailer I've ever seen. The unit had to be nearly dead level for the slide to work, we had water leaks, and my wife couldn't reach any of the outlets in the galley.
It sat until we got tired enough of paying for it and ordered an Arctic Fox. The Fox served us in a sterling manner for 14 years, and last year we traded in the Fox for another Northwood: a Snow River. So far, so good. Good quality unit.