Weather permitting, I find camping out very soothing. Primitive, to the stream for water, the campfire, a cup of hot chocolate, the stars overhead, and when warm, floating in water...listening to water...the birds, roasting the perfect marshmallow, drawing pictures with a stick in the dirt...
Also, when walking through town, night or day, I no longer hesitate to hop on a swing in a playground and fly (& I am 61yrs old)---or, in the dark, flip over a bar, climb a monkey bar set (when I am with my grandson, of course I can do anything he does.. )