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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An uncomfortable situationarose on a family trip to Floria when I was about 12. The holiday had started off badly anyway as we'd got lost in the rental car on the way back from the airport in the middle of a terrible hurricane, but I think the worst thing about that holiday was when my Mum made me go to the chemist with her to buy some Canesten.
As my Mum hurriedly shoved the packet on the counter and scrabbled in her purse for the correct money the spotty 17 year old boy behind the counter decided to make the whole situation ten times worse by picking it up and exclaiming "urgh, are you a bit itchy down below?" in front of the queue that had been forming behind us.
Needless to say we made a swift exit, my Mum fire-engine red and me asking loudly "What did that man say to you? What did he mean?"
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neonpinkish, Sun 5 Aug 2007, 17:14,
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