When Clark, Bethany, and Elinor were little we camped fairly regularly. I was pretty proud that although we had little kids, we could still be brave and adventurous. We camped when I was pregnant and with newborns. But then Elinor burned her hand on a lantern and cried all night. And then somebody set off fireworks near our camp and it coincided with a dream I was having and it FREAKED me out. And then an 11 year-old boy was ripped out of his tent by a bear near the area we liked to camp.
And then I didn't like camping anymore.
Now I've got issues. I can camp in a tent in the backyard, but I would definitely prefer the backyard be fenced.
This is why I am so grateful for good friends who camp every summer and they occasionally invite our family to join them up the canyon for dinner and smores. I can keep my camping anxiety in check for one evening, especially when we're in a drought year and the river is not running high.