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Back 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?

(, Thu 2 Aug 2007, 14:33)
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I met Dr Nick (Hi Everybody)
Sorry this is my first post so please bare with me

I had a fantastic holiday when I was about 12 years old. The family & I went to Spain for a typical package holiday (This was a new thing back then so we where all very excited)

I managed to ruin this Holiday on the very first morning we arrived! I insisted that we went swimming in the hotel pool straight away, me being a daring 12 year old I went to the deep end climbed down a rung of the ladder in the swimming pool & preceded to jump off.

As I entered the water, I immediately knew something was not right I noticed the water turning red around me, Being a 12 year old I had not seen the film jaws yet, so I was a bit puzzled as to what was going on.

I could see my Mum looking a bit worried & my Dad grabbed me out of the pool, only then did I realise that the back of my heel had been cut off (Cue lots of crying)

Apparently the Spanish health & safety was not up to scratch in this hotel. I found out later that the ladder in the swimming pool had been made by folding over a sheet of metal to make the steps, one of these had become bent & razor sharp! So as I jumped in the pool it had taken my heel off!

I was rushed to the nearest hospital where they tried to sew my heel back on (I am sure this is where Dr Nick from the Simpson’s trained as a professional!)
After lots of injections (In this hospital they where still using metal syringes) & 15 stitches later I was aloud to go back to the hotel.

I had to spend the rest of the holiday in my little sisters buggy being pushed around everywhere because I could not walk. Needless to say we had a great holiday after that!

I still have the scar today!
(, Fri 3 Aug 2007, 10:38, Reply)

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