Camping! Love it? Hate it? Growing up we had a Starcraft pop-up camper for a family of 6. I remember NEVER being able to touch the canvas ends, because um, something about the oil on the hands reversing the water-proofing of the fabric. I was in constant fear of inadvertently touching the fine weave.
Also fresh in my mind - mini outward bound camp with the Girl Scouts. We made our own lean-tos and slept on a hill in our slick water-proof sleeping bags. We woke up about 20 feet down the hill. Did I mention the 'fun' chocolate chip cookies we made over the fire? Luckily I was 20 feet down the hill when I threw up all that half baked cookie dough. Thank goodness for the tornado warnings - which got us warm beds in a basement.
Oh, I could go on, we all have our stories - I'd LOVE to hear yours!