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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FranceBack when i was about four years old i went on a family holiday to France. As far as i remember it was OK and i had some laughs.
However, it being around 13 years later the memories are a little fuzzy, but one painfully happy moment has stuck with me for years:
One day we drove up to the beach for the day. It was very sunny as i recall and the air smelled of omlettes and frogs legs, and alas, i set off on my own accords nearer to the shore just a few meters away from some French kids about my age playing in the sand.
I managed to find a rather large crab underneath some rocks after a considerable amount of digging for my age with my small bucket and spade and managed to unearth it...The french kids saw what i found and ran up and excitedly said something to me in their heathen lingo in a rather happy and friendly tone of voice. To which i replied:
"Oui! oui!"
and thus proceeded to snap off the crabs legs and start chucking them at the now running away French children, much to the delight of my encouragable father.
I haven't been to France since then.
(, Fri 3 Aug 2007, 20:36, Reply)
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