Many years ago, when I was a wee pup, Mom, sis, & I were camping in NE Oregon. Family pulls into the mostly tent camp ground with a big RV and proceeds to set up "camp". Tiki lights, awning, chairs, noise, more noise, and finally a generator which gets carried out to the far reach of his 100' or so long extension cord. Seems they didn't want to listen to it either. Not long to dusk and the generator fires up. This is decades before these quiet generators on the market now. Dinner is made and we're all hoping that the generator will soon shut down. It didn't. TV blaring some kids movie, but the kids are outside being kids. About 10 pm (~5 hours of noisy generator) the generator motor unloads and everything goes dark. Muted cheering heard thru-out the campground. Then we hear the muted cursing. Soon all of it starts back up. About 10 minutes later it happens again. Another round of muted cheers. Louder cursing, followed by belligerent cursing (good example for their kids I'm sure). Everything gets packed up in about half the time that it took to unpack it and they leave. Guy was a litterbug though, he left behind his ten ~10' segments of extension cord. The axe must have been really sharp as the cuts were pretty clean. Really would not surprise me if to this day that guy doesn't understand why that happened.
The lesson to me even at that age was to try to be aware of my impact on others. I'm sure that mom made a point of it to my sis & I.