I have forgotten my quilt or sleeping bag 4 times!
I started scouting at 6 or 7 years old and kept it up through high school graduation, averaging 14 camping trips a year. My dad never missed one, but let’s just say camping isn’t my mom’s thing.
Dad had an old full size billiard table that we used to lay out our gear and plan packing each time. Worked great.
When I was about 13 or so, I went without dad on an campout called “the ordeal.” Basically, you fast for the weekend, maintain silence, do service projects, and sleep without a tent. Some light challenge stuff to build character (“the stronger the wind, the stronger the trees”).
Anyway, dad wasn’t going (this one wasn’t father-son), and so I didn’t load into the SUV at the back driveway where the gear was. Instead, I made a trip or two carrying the gear through the house and out the front door to a friend’s vehicle - past my mom sitting at her desk.
As I was making my final step out the front door for the weekend, my mom said “did you remember your sleeping bag?” Having been camping well over 100 times by this age, I quickly shot back “I’ve been camping before, mom.” Who did she think she is, anyway? She doesn’t know the first thing about camping.
Well, guess which piece of gear I forgot, and didn’t even realize I was without until everyone was climbing into their sleeping bags.
To this day, that is the only time I have EVER forgotten my sleeping bag. I still don’t know if she somehow knew I left it behind, or if it was just dumb luck that the ONE time she asked if I remembered something was the one time I forgot it.