I haven’t been camping in over 10 years. Maybe even 15. The last camping trip I actually remember was in like grade 6 when we went on a school trip somewhere up Vancouver Island. With that said, I was a Girl Guide for a hell of a long time and I did grow up on an island. I’m by no means scared of making a fire, sleeping in a tent or the adventure that is… camping.
Camping as an adult is way different than a kid. I don’t remember having to do anything as a kid. I just remember showing up and it being simple. Mom always took care of the food. Mmm marshmallows. There was always toilet paper for the outhouses and there was generally a beach to play at. What else do you need?