I, more or less, love camping out, so I dug it, but I didn't enjoy other people's pain.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I like camping.
Camping is something I've done all my life.
I went camping for 33 days, and now everybody seems to care.
I've enjoyed many camping holidays with my sister and her children, but we're pretty posh campers.
We're not much of a camping family. When I was in Cub Scouts, we went camping once, and my dad snored the whole time and kept me up. It wasn't that fun.
I didn't want to stay until I had used up all the enjoyment because that's too long to stay anywhere.
I went camping one time when I was twelve, to the Great Lakes. My friend stepped in really deep muddy water and started screaming and sinking. My mom ran up, and I was just standing there a foot away and wouldn't stick out my hand to pull him up. So I'm probably not the best person to take on a camping trip.
I couldn't do anything else, I enjoy it so much. But I find it tough.
My wife is a real camper; it's a nice way to bond.
I hate camping, but I love summer camp.