My parents took me camping a lot during my childhood. I did not care for it. When we had the camper it was better, because I could be inside in the air conditioning away from the bugs and sun, but eh, I still would much rather be in my own room. The times we went tent camping (which oddly happened sometimes even after my parents got the camper) it was downright miserable for me, I'm afraid.
My parents like the outdoors. They like hot, sunny weather and bugs. All of the power to them. But it's just not for me. Funny, my sister is pretty much the same as me.