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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Holidaysfor me always bring up a bizzare memory. My dad, being OCD, was always obsessed that the taxi driver taking us to the airport was in league with a team of crack cat burglars whom would be alerted of our extended house leave and rinse us of all our worldly goods (!).
To this end, he would always have my brother, mum and me put on an elaborate show of "saying goodbye to Grandma and Grandpa" as the taxi drove away. This involved screaming goodbye and waving to our non-existant (dead, actually) grandparents which, for a child of five, is somewhat disturbing.
What I still fail to understand, other than what the taxi driver must have been thinking as a family waved manically to invisible people, is why he chose to leave the feeblest, least able to protect the house people possible as our imaginary guardians?
Best part is that, one time, we got burgled anyway and they stole the TV... old people are useless :)
(, Mon 6 Aug 2007, 13:12, Reply)
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