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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Holiday 84Two weeks in Canada. Day one we went to Wonderland (fucking ace theme park) and I won a Hanna Barbera plastic cup. Day two mum and dad decided to visit some friends on the other side of the country, leaving us abso-fucking-lutely free to do whatever we damn well pleased for the rest of the holiday. Nothing but lovely sunny days, the sweets and fizzy drinks are in full flow and the $1 bags of cheese puffs are as big as a pillow. Cartoons all day every day if it was too hot to go out, and people in the street would say 'Hi there lil lady!" instead of "Why don't you go back to where you came from darkie?" We'd never had takeaway pizza or real ice-cream before (this was 1984 after all) so we pigged out constantly. On the last day we stopped off at a weird place called Macinac Island which didn't have any cars but was full of nothing but fudge shops. Handmade fudge, smooth and delicious, made right in front of you like a Roald Dahl fantasy. (I just googled it to check it wasn't a figment of my imagination.)
And no holiday since has ever topped this one.
(, Sun 5 Aug 2007, 22:03, Reply)
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