I've been waiting to post to this! Of course I'm not RV'ing yet but the closest thing to it that I can get for right now.
I guess that it all kinda started when I was little? My parents had a camp at a small lake that while the official name was Odessa Lake we all called it "Little Lake" kind of a over large pond really. But it was a small tt with a room built onto it. The 5 of us slept in the tiny tt and the room was what passed as kitchen dining room. Believe me it was a tight fit for all five of us when it rained and we were all stuck inside. OMG how I use to love going up there. I ran wild but dang if I did something wrong or bad everyone was after my butt. Back then if you were did something bad and broke the rules there was no telling who the first whooping would come from and then get one from Mom too. We had a nightly community campfire at the campsite on the corner that would have 30 or more people at it, ate more stolen field corn than you could shake a stick at. To this day I prefer field corn that still has white kernels before it goes ripe and turns yellow over sweet corn. I wonder now how many cows we deprived of their ears of corn?? I forget how old I was when they sold the camp? Mom said she got sick and tired of friends, neighbors and extended family members showing up weekends dumping their kids on her, while they fished or went across the lake and drank and/or expected to be fed without bringing anything of their own pass and share.
In my early teens they bought a pickup and truck camper what awesome adventures we had. By then it was just the 3 of us Mom, Dad and I. We traveled all over the New England states up and down the coast. Dad said he knew it was time to go home when Mom and I got tired of eating fried clams. My second husband and I even used the truck camper on my pickup in '78'. They finally sold it and got a TT.
After that life, marriage, kids and jobs really took over and camping for the most part went out the window. We went a few times but nothing like we use to. When David was about 4 or so I was at the laundromat I came across a book called Full Timers. Holy smokes my imagination took off. Stole the book and took it home to show the husband. That's when the idea to do the full time thing when we retired. Hmmmm? We did manage a couple of motorcycle camping trips while the kids were younger tho.
No husband now, kids are grown and haven't retired or anything like that yet, but...........
One kid and I are getting a start on it. No truck no TT but here we go!!!
I do have names picked out for the truck and TT when we can finally get them. The truck will be named George and the TT will be Gypsy.