For the past number of years we've booked adjoining campsites with family at a nearby provincial park. The combined kids have a blast, even when it rains. Actually, it does more than rain... three times now in the past four years the skies have opened and we've had to make sacrifices to the gods to appease them before it'll stop. Or so it seems.
This year when we angered the gods, while all the Growned Ups were madly digging trenches to redirect the onslaught, my daughter ran by me and then skidded to a halt. She backed up, looked up into my face and yelled "now THIS is camping!!" and then took off again.
I guess it's all in your perspective.