Years ago, when we bought our first camper (it was a Coleman pop-up camper) we went out on our very first camping trip ever. We had four boys then, probably around the ages of 5, 5, 3, & 1.
While exploring the campground while on that first campout, we found something in the dirt that looked like a rock. When one of the boys picked it up, I realized that it was an old-fashioned farm toy in the shape of a pig. Most of the paint had worn off - no telling how long it had been half-buried in the dirt - but we decided it was going to be our good luck camping charm. The Camping Pig was henceforth adopted into our family.
In all the years and in all the camping trips we've taken since that very first night (first in the pop-up, then in the travel trailer, now in the fifth wheel), we've never once camped a night without The Camping Pig.
And today he is perched prominently on the counter near the stovetop.