My first camping trip was when I was around 6 months old. This would have been around 1964.. Mom and Dad didn't even have a tent... On the ground with lots of blankets and just the stars above.. :)
Graduated to sleeping bags, to an Army surplus tent to a 8' slide in camper on Dad's brand new 1971 F250 (that he still owns to this day) to a 12' Shasta trailer to a 26' Taurus trailer. By that time, I was out of HS and started my own camping adventures back to just sleeping bags under the stars.. :)
Continue to this day with the rig in my sig and love all the time I can spend in it with my wife. She loves getting out as much as I do, so it's all good.
Thanks for bringing up this topic, as I always like to reminisce about all the wonderful times camping has brought to my life.
Mitch
