Duckfan-in-Chicago said:
I was too young, and my parents are at that age where everything they talk about requires a group discussion.
"Remember it was the year your brother got arrested for disorderly conduct?" "No...it was before then. My brother had already moved when we went." "No...yeah, you're right. Well it was around the same time..." And then the conversation will drift off to one of a million happier times in their lives and they're gone with little chance of coming back to the orig. topic.
The best I can figure it was around Fall of '72.
Duck!
Our first trip was in 1984 and we stayed at Fort Wilderness. Took Amtrak, three women, five kids, two tents and all the camping gear you need for a week. It was a memorable trip.
Had so much fun, we did it again the next year. Not so much fun. The air mattresses kept deflating, one of the mom's developed vertigo and spent two nights hanging over the toilet in one of the rest rooms. (Which she had to literally crawl on her hands and knees to get to.) While she was in there, she wrote out some of the best postcards we ever sent out..."Can't say I wish you were here, 'cause I wish I wasn't.". etc.
After the second night the zipper on one of the tents broke and we were being eaten alive by mosquitoes. We packed up and went to a hotel. Since we couldn't, at that time, afford any WDW hotels, we had to go off site. Which means we needed to rent a car to get to the parks.
All we could afford to rent was a Chevette. Three women and five kids jammed into a Chevette driving around the World.
Took us two trips to get everyone and the luggage back to the train station.
We went back every year but never in tents again.