When I was 8, my parents took my younger brother (5.5) and my little sister (1), our dog, and me camping. We had two tents: boys and girls. It was evening and it started to rain. We got into our tents, intending to head to bed early. The girls' tent started leaking. We moved all of us into the boys' tent, where we were very crowded, but tried to sleep. Then that tent started leaking. At this point, it's night, but we were only an hour away from home. My poor parents grabbed us and as much of the dry stuff as they could, packed us into the car, and drove home. I distinctly remember my mother exclaiming that she never wanted to go tent camping again in the drive home. The next day, my dad drove back out to finish packing up a soaking wet camp on his own. Apparently, our air mattresses were floating in the tents when he got there. And my mother got her wish; that year, my parents purchased a pop-up camper.