man i lived in my old green canvas tent when i was a kid. Love the smell of the waterproofing they used on those. Dad would pull his old canvas waterproof tarp out from the truck, rake the ground free of pinecones and stones and put it down, near the big woodshed we had. We would erect the tent with stout poles driven into the ground, and a stout rope for the ridgeline. Dad used big 12" spikes to put the ropes and straps into the ground. I would crawl in there and leave the door open during the day, playing with cars and reading Bradford Angiers 'how to stay alive in the woods'. My trusty SAK and fixed blade would be right beside me, along with a bag of sunflower seeds and raisins. Every once in a while i would crawl out and run around with the dog, making indian war whoops and throwing homemade spears. After getting tired i would crawl back in and read more, the dog lying outside the tent flaps.
good memories, and whenever i smell an old canvas tent or certain waterproofing compounds, it brings me right back!