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?
(
chthonic, Thu 2 Aug 2007, 14:33)
« Go Back
On a busMe and the family used to go on various holidays to tourist locals in and around spain.
On one occasion we went to benidorm (oh the glamour) and we got a bus to some town a bit away.
I was around 14 at the time, and sitting on this sweltering bus, trundeling into the most run down town you have ever seen. Dont even take that romantically, it wasn't rusticly run down, like what you would think of southern italy or something. It was like the outskirts of manchester with added dirt, heat, and spaniards.
Well i was quite bored on said bus, so my head started to wander.
When your 14, your mind only generally wanders towards one thing...on this occasion my mates porn he had leant me the week before.
The bus finnaly came to a stop and the cattle that were all us tourists were unloaded, to which my mum pointed out 'whats that in your pocket?'....shit....
If you know the joy of untimely 'excitement' when there is really nothing you can do about it...you know where to click.
(, Tue 7 Aug 2007, 12:46, Reply)
« Go Back