How’s that for a title of a post? Now that you know that, I’m going to tell you that I’m participating in the Great American Backyard Campout tomorrow with my kids, 6 and 8. They are beyond excited! Grandma bought us a new tent as a family gift, and they’ve been begging me for 2 weeks to put it up. Even Grandma has said I should put it out so they can use it as a secret fort in the backyard for a while. But I’ve been strong because I really want the whole experience to be special.
Let me backtrack a bit and explain that I am in fact an experienced camper. Just because I say I’m not a camper doesn’t mean I don’t know how. We spend many a vacations when I was a kid camping. I just choose not to camp usually. In fact, when I declared a few weeks ago that I wanted to get a tent for the this weekend, my husband laughed and said I wasn’t the same girl he married.
When I was a kid, camping was just something you did. It was one of the cheapest family vacations you could get, and even though you had to fight for space and shiver from the occasional rainy night, it was always fun. Besides, there’s something entirely wonderful about introducing kids to nature and new experiences outside. If my kids love it, great. If they don’t like it, that’s fine, too. But more than anything, I want them to have experienced it so they can make that call.
I don’t know what kind of campers we’ll be in the future. (See our article, What kind of camper are you?) But we’re sure going to find out.
Are you camping this weekend at all? Feel free to give me advice, warnings, etc. My husband has a bet that my daughter, Anna, won’t last through the night. I’ll report back in a few days.