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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Butlins+Moody teenagerMy mother in a fit of desperation to cling to her maternal instincts decided that what we all needed was one last family holiday. This was to take place in a butlins caravan, with no computer and two cds.
Realising the odds of butlins having a banging gayer nightclub was going to be pretty slim I made peace with settling down with some books for the week.
The Mother and Father units however decided that drunken man on woo-man sex was the way to go and the carvan would rock, so gently at first, almost like they were just stepping around the living area. Then the first big slam from Father unit, then again, and again and again. And as my left eye twitched, my mind once strayed on the notion that in terms of energy being released, I was kinda almost experincing what it would be like to taken roughly from behind by my father...and just as the full horror of what my vague understanding of physics was putting in my head, father unit ended the sex act with mother unit. At three minutes...ohh the shame...the terrible shame.
(, Fri 3 Aug 2007, 11:39, Reply)
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