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?
(
chthonic, Thu 2 Aug 2007, 14:33)
« Go Back
Mauritius**Breathe deeply**
My family are from Mauritius. I don't like it at all - it's not that nice a place when you're visiting family as they live in the places that tourists don't see....
Anyhoo - This is one of many stories that live in my repressed psyche.
We went to Mauritius for a month - my sis and I got back from (boarding) school looking forward to relaxation - at this point we were whipped into the car and driven to Heathrow to go on a "special family holiday" that had been planned.
That's right we were off to Mauritius.
For a Month.
Followed immediately by France for 2 weeks on the way back.
Kill me now.
Anyway, I, being about 10, cried. A lot. All the way there in the car. All the way on the flight. And all the car journey.
I hated it, I hated it, I hated it.....
I eventually fell asleep on the couch in my Gran's front room (different Gran) when we got there. I woke up with my Dad telling me that we were going home as I was so upset.
I sat up and smiled - I think for the ONLY time in the whole god-for-saken month - only for him to say "kidding!"
I cried.
Then I realised that, in the hurry to leave home, I'd forgotten my glasses - I was, and still am, practically blind without my glasses. I cried some more.
Did I get any sympathy about any of this?
No.
Thanks.
Call 1-800-Therapy now.....
(, Fri 3 Aug 2007, 11:58, Reply)
« Go Back