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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here we gowell we have: pissing on the door of the caravan from the inside, pissing the bed (whilst sitting upright), being skegged (trousers down) and being thrown into the toilet by my own mother but the real highlight was managing to get off with the really hot, posh, older girl and parting our seperate ways before any of the former happened. in the space of about five minutes.
oh and theres the old classics like catching my brother shagging in the tent many times
my dad going looking for my sister with a flashlight and shouting her name when she was 30 mins late.
Length? 3 weeks, every year
(, Sun 5 Aug 2007, 2:19, Reply)
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