Our family was large with 7 kids, and we weren't very well off financially as I was growing up. My parents were avid Boy Scout leaders, so we often went camping as a family, since we had the gear and it was cheap to do.
One time, we went camping, and when we arrived and set up, we realized that we were one sleeping bag short. My dad being as anal as he is, as well as someone who never fails to follow the motto "Be Prepared," had an extra tent or two that he decided to sleep in like a sleeping bag.
During the course of the night, it began to snow hard. This was a surprise storm and we weren't exactly prepared for snow. My sleeping bag was in the lowest corner of the tent, and halfway through the night, I discovered that my sleeping bag was soaked through. I woke up my folks, who decided to share the extra tent as bedding and they put me where my mom had been, on a cot in a shared sleeping bag with my little brother, Steve. He was two or three at the time.
About an hour later, I woke up to find Steve shivering and trying to snuggle up to my warmth. He had PEED OUR SLEEPING BAG!
The rest of that horrible night was spent trying to keep poor Stevie as far away from me as possible.
Needless to say, we packed up and went home first thing in the morning.
Could this be why I have never brought myself to buy the gear and take my family camping?