OK, so a story:
My wife went to camp in the greater Albany area, where her Mom lived, and then was a counselor at that same camp. It was a non-profit Christian camp that was overnight. She wanted our kids to go to this camp, but neither our daughter nor son was in the least bit interested. I think it had to do with being away from us for a long time and the idea of "camping" in general, along with being in a camp 4 hours away with kids they didn't know.
A few years later, after my wife's mom got remarried and moved north to along the St. Lawrence River, she asked to have both children come stay with her for a week in the summer. This turned into a tradition where they would spend a week with grandma and grandpa. They'd help her in her quilt shop and in the garden and go to bingo and her church, etc. One year, Grandma started teaching our daughter piano, which turned into a lifelong love of music and eventually a college degree. This week also gave my wife and I some time just the two of us. One year, we were talked into letting them go up the week of Fourth of July. My wife was bummed because she loves July 4th, and to cheer her up I suggested we go camping. I wasn't really interested in camping but I knew how upset she was. So she jumps at the chance; we buy equipment, book that weekend in a state park, and have a wonderful time. That weekend was my first time in a kayak and my first time building my own campfire.
Now we go camping every year, sometimes with our now (just about) adult children.
Grandma passed away in 2014. Grandpa in 2015.
I am so grateful that my wife's mom convinced us to let them stay with them for a week each year. It got them alone time with my wife's mom and step-dad, and gave us some time just to ourselves, and really had an affect on a lot of our lives.