I used to camp alot as a kid. I was in cub scouts and boy scouts. Dad and I went to lot's of camping trips. As I got older, I definately lost my taste for it.
Nowadays I equate camping with pretending you're homeless. I don't see the point since I have a home. It's a small home, but it's a home. I have to have my bathroom in my home. None of this prison gang showers scene at camp sights will work for me. I went camping, reluctantly, with my ex a few times. I hated it