You know, I have no idea how I got the bug, because my childhood experiences of camping were traumatic, to say the least.
At around the age of 8 or 9, I went on my first (and only, thank goodness) Brownie camp. Run by three women who didn't know what they were doing (GRRRRR) they set up camp at the bottom of a big hill, so that when it rained heavily that first night, we had streams, no, rivers, running through our tents. Everything got drenched, I was cold, wet and homesick. I rang my Mum from the payphone and begged her to come and get me, but she refused. It was awful, I hated everything about it!!
Yet now, I am a mad keen camper! I put it down to normal (?) cavewoman instincts myself!
But, I do have a thing about knowing how to camp properly, I can't stand faffy females that don't know what they're doing - this must go back to dopey Brown Owl and her mates...