How It All Began

My earliest memories of camping were in the back of my Dad's old Ford pick-up truck. He only had a truck cap on the back, but, My parents put a mattress in the bed of the truck for them to sleep on, then put a couple pieces of wood across the rails of the truck bed and a matress on that for my brother and I to sleep on. It wasn't much but I enjoyed it. We eventually moved up to an actual truck cap camper. It had a bunk over the truck cab and a table that folded down into a bed. Oh, and the wonderful port-a-potty! At some point, I got sick of sleeping with my brother; so, I slept in the front seat of the pick-up truck. I remember we had this net stuff to throw over the windows so the bugs wouldn't get in. After awhile my parents got an old Wineabago. Still not wanting to sleep with my brother, I slept in the front seats with a board over the engine. At this point, I begged my parents for a tent. They didn't see the need for one since they had bought this nice camper. Why would I want to sleep in a tent? So, I wrapped a tarp around a picnic table and slept under that. HA! I showed them! Around the time I turned eighteen, my parents had moved up to a nice new Wineabago that had beds for all of us. We took a trip to Myrtle Beach in it and I think that was my very last trip with my parents. Once I was eighteen I bought my own tent and have been a Happy Camper ever since!