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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Of wriggling pockets and soaked childrenBack when I was around ten, we all decided, for reasons I forget, to go to New Hampshire for two weeks.
Early on in our extravaganza, we went to a beach in Maine. While dodging the entire population of Connecticut that'd come for the weekend (I swear to God), I found a shell. I decided to give it to my mother.
A few minutes later, her pocket began to move. She reached in and pulled out a very disgruntled little creature. It learned how to fly.
Later on, we went to a lake. Some kid asked why I wasn't swimming. I told her it was because I didn't have a bathing suit, so she pushed me in.
Ah, good times.
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