When I was five my family went for a holiday to Queensland.
It was two days driving to get there. On the way our caravan flipped over and smashed all over the road. We spent the night with the family of the scrap wreckers and then spent the whole holiday in a tent. It rained so heavy that our campground was under two foot of water. On the drive back there were terrible floods and we got stuck somewhere and had to sleep on the floor of a cafe waiting for the waters to subside. The raised road looked like an island in the sea. But this wasn't the best memory. During the holiday we visited the Big Pineapple, which was a pineapple farm with giant two story pineapple you could climb to the top of and look out over the pineapple plants, and I got a plastic ruler with photos on it, mainly photos of pineapples.
When I got back to school all the the other kids had ordinary wooden rulers and I had one with motherfucking pineapples on it! That was a good memory.
( cumquat may will not be commenting further on the allegations, Wed 10 May 2017, 2:18, 1 reply)

Sans caravan this seems awfully familiar.
Can't get my kids to sit still for five minutes in the car. In my day you were bloody Noah..... with a pineapple ruler!
(Clying Crayon draws the wrong conclusion, Fri 12 May 2017, 22:20, closed)