I only like camping if there's a body of water close enough to go swim in and is secluded at the same time.

My dad bought me a little Fisher Price tent when I was little. My big brother and I once tried to for real camp in it out in the woods in our back yard. But then it rained and the tent, needless to say, wasn't water proof.

Aside from that, "camping" for us involved going to the lake on our boat during the late spring/summer/early fall - pretty much during the warm season when we could swim. We had a small Sea Ray boat with a cabin (master "bed", mini sink & toilet/shower combo & a little cuddy cabin for me and my siblings). We'd stock up on food and beer and diet pepsi for my dad and whatever the hell us kids ate and we'd go drop anchor at this little island way far away from the marina. We'd stay at least a weekend - swimming, innertubing, kneeboarding, etc. It was always a lot of fun. I miss those days.

If I go for -real- camping now, I've gotta have an air mattress. I have a bad back. Sleeping on the hard ground with a flimsy sleeping bag for cushioning just wouldn't cut it.