My family used to go camping. I have fond memories of our childhood campground.

Many years ago, my family used to go to a forest campground for low-budget vacations. I have not, as an adult, been camping, and I honestly don’t understand the appeal. Certainly, you can go outside and enjoy nature without sleeping in it.

I was only a child at the time of these camping trips. My only real memory from that time is riding a horse named “Short Tail”. I do know that we stayed at this campground on more than one occasion. I think it must have been a place that my grandfather enjoyed.

I was born when my mother was very young. She had an older brother and a sister who was younger still. I experienced the last of their “childhood” family vacations before their parents (my grandparents) separated.

As an adult, I have never had any compulsion to sleep in a tent on hard, rocky ground. I do not particularly enjoy fishing. I do not want to fend off bears, wolves, or mountain lions (maybe you call them cougars). I do not want a full-body poison ivy rash. I do not want to suffer a broken bone or a puncture wound while miles away from a hospital.

To summarize:
yes, I’ve been camping.

Note:

You can still visit that same campground, Cook Forest here in Pennsylvania. You can reserve your spot at the PA State Parks website.