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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few and far-betweenI spent most of my teenage years in a family that suddenly expanded from 4 to 8: my dad remarried a lady with 4 kids of her own. We weren't rich, either - in fact, we were poverty-line, in South Africa, so we went on one (1) actual holiday in a 5-year stretch.
It was to Durban, and my only memory of it is a good one. I was having one of those teenage growth spurts, so a trip to a pizza restaurant turned in to a scene from Little Shop Of Horrors: I ate all my own pizza, and most of everyone else's. Nyom. 8)
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bnt what, me worry?, Mon 6 Aug 2007, 2:08,
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