I oddly have a fond memory of “camping out” overnight with my sons in front of a foot locker in advance of an 8am sneaker release. It was at a time when between their school, sports, and social lives and my hectic work schedule, the three of us rarely just got to talk about (subtle Seinfeld reference) nothing.
As soon as the doors opened we showed our wrist bands and quickly got on our way with the new sneakers but the sense of shared experience has persisted. We still talk about the characters (notably the guy with the pet lizard) who we shared that line with and how panic ensued when the rumor started that mall security had closed the toilets for the night.
At the time I was not happy at all when asked to do it but upon reflection often things that seemed like a burden as a parent turned out to have some of the biggest personal rewards.