To camp or not to camp?

I have never been a big fan of camping. I believe it stems from a couple of horrendous camping trips I took at the end of grade 11 and 12 with my mates from high school. We did not have a lot of money and as such we took the train out to Cleveland and jumped on the boat to Stradbroke Island. Then a bus to Amity Point or maybe it was Adders Rock. I mentioned that it was horrendous so I think I can be forgiven for not actually remembering the name of where we stayed. The first year I remember that it was sandy and unpleasant in the tent and we managed to leave our food on the train in the esky (cooler). So there was starvation to deal with as well as sand, mosquitoes and sand flies. But the following year truly explains why I did not go camping for another 18 years. There was a torrential downpour with cyclonic winds! We lost one tent (it blew away) and were forced to put four people in a two-man tent. But before the night was out, our one remaining tent sprung a leak and we rushed out into the dark night hoping for some sort of rescue. Thankfully the locals were accommodating and we managed to find refuge in a house further up the road. The next day we hiked back to the port and got on the first ferry we could. I just remember that camping was something that resulted in being miserable, hungry and wet. Earlier this year I finally broke and went camping again. Apparently adult camping is a little different. I really enjoyed the experience although I was not much help with putting up the tents (or taking them down either). I probably will never be much of a camper, but I do cook a mean steak! ;p