My family used to go camping a lot when I was young. Every time we went before I started school I was wearing diapers. I think I may have even wore them a few times after I was potty trained. I was more likely to poop my pants then stop what I was doing and walk all the way to the camp bathrooms. My Mom wasn’t too keen on cleaning up accidents.
We had a pop up camper that we bought from someone. It had all kinds of stickers on the back from places those people had gone. I would sneak back there and look at all the stickers while I pooped my diaper. Then I’d go find my Mom and tell her I needed changed.
It’s funny because I remember everyone complaining about the gross camp bathrooms. I would never even see them. I would just go in my pampers and get changed on the bed in the camper. So I was lucky in that regard.
I remember my sister complaining my dirty diapers were stinking up the place. Especially when I was older. A five year old does a pretty big mess obviously. I remember walking down to the dumpster with my Mom in the middle of the camp and feeling a little embarrassed. She was carrying a see through bag of my dirty diapers, and I had on a very obvious diaper under my shorts. Good memories. Never wore one camping as an adult, but I would like to.