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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WalesThere was a reason, we found out, why nobody else in the campsite pitched their tent in the little dip in the field.
It was this: whenever it rained, the little dip became a river.
A raging torrent, no less, that swept through our tent like some Welsh tsunami, bearing all our worldly goods before it.
All our worldly goods including our clothes, which, soaking wet, freezing and half-naked at four in the morning, proved impossible to find by the light of a 99p torch.
We set fire to the tent as soon as we got home, just to make sure we were never tempted to go camping, ever again.
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Wed 8 Aug 2007, 13:39,
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