Family HolidaysBack in the 80s when my Dad got made redundant (hello Dad!), he spent all the redundancy money on one of those big motor caravans.
Us kids loved it, apart from when my sister threw up on my sleeping bag, but looking back I'm not so sure my mum did. There was a certain tension every time the big van was even mentioned, let alone driven around France for weeks on end with her still having to cook and do all the washing.
What went wrong, what went right, and how did you survive the shame of having your family with you as a teenager?
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chthonic, Thu 2 Aug 2007, 14:33)
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**shudder**I've been away a while again - apologies to you all. Well, those of you that haven't blocked me....
I've been on some horrendous family holidays, France, Mauritius, London, Skegness to name but a few locations.
I'll post some more stories later, but they mostly follow roughly the same pattern like this:
We flew somewhere or we drove - the transportation method doesn't really matter. After about 30 seconds of leaving the house, my sister and I are at each other's throats wanting to rip the living shit out of each other - this generally lasts the entire holiday with threats to both of us being generally ignored as we're too busy murder-a-lizing each other.
Not even the solidarity of being a sibling amongst the wide weird world helps like you would expect....
It's a small miracle that I'm still alive.....
PS, thanks b3ta as the repressed Skegness memory has just come back - I've been avoiding paid therapy for a few months now and I realise how much I do need it (and I do too).
PS, my sanity really has actually gone beyond the bottom. When they say "when you're at the bottom, stop digging" - keep on - there's more beyond it.....
(, Thu 2 Aug 2007, 16:09, Reply)
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