I first camped in a tent when I was 8 months old and every year until my teens I did the same. In my rebellious late teens I no longer wanted to vacation with my family so I stopped going. At the age of 22 or 23 I once again felt the urge to spend some time in the “wild” so I laid out an old greasy sheet of plywood in the bed of my 1958 Chevrolet Apache pickup, tied down a canvas tarp to cover it and spent the opening eve of fishing season in this “RV”. It snowed and rained I got wet and cold and I caught no fish but I reconnected with my inner camper and have had several “RVs since then including a home made tent camper built onto the back of my 1986 Toyota pickup and I now have owned a 21 foot Class C RV for 10 years and my wife Loretta and I have seen most of the country in it. Humble beginnings indeed but fond memories all.
Submitted by Jim Melville of Banning, CA as a part of the RV Centennial Celebration “Share Your Favorite RV Memory” contest.
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