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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MajorcaWent to a SOL hotel in Majorca when I was around 9 with my parents and sister. Was lots of fun, the usual games, bingo by the pool, kids club with medals and certificates.
There was this german kid staying at the hotel who was... really weird. He would splash us constantly, dive bomb us, and be a real pain in the ass. We weren't too nice to him back either, you know, kids can be nasty and all that. In fact my friends and I *may* have ganged up on him and bullied him slightly.
Anyway, 5 days later we found out his dad was dying of cancer, it was his last holiday. The hotel management spoke to my parents and we ended up looking after this kid for some reason, he stayed in our room overnight while his dad died upstairs.
Very sad really.
But on a happier note once me and my sister threw money from our hotel balcony at the spanish people below. It was probably quite dangerous now I think about it.
(, Mon 6 Aug 2007, 0:55, Reply)
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