Oh My?
I do have some repressed memory's

my dads dodgy not-meant-to-be-camper-van camper van.
being the eldest at the time i had to climb up to the bit above were the driver sits to sleep (this not being a proper place to sleep filled up with condensation) i woke every morning soaking wet it was also made of fibreglass and as i pointed out not made for anything other then storing (? wot ever aint a person) hadnt been finished to any degree of smoothness = horrible itchy rash

my dads boat
not a big boat but could sleep a family of 4 as long as 2 of them were children and didnt mind sleeping up the front in wot amounts to nothing bigger then a double sized coffin i kid you not you had to slide into the "beds" cos there was no way you were ever gunna stand or even sit up (im now very claustrophobic)

my mum and dad split up
enter my mums new fella a very nice bloke most of the time but had a strange habit around family holidays
we would go off + his son who lived with his mum the rest of the time and who was 4 years older (we got on really well to be honest)
to were ever it was that year and have a great time then we would come home and mums fella would turn mental? blame one of us kids his included about something random shout go crazy and leave takin his son with him(to be dropped of at his mothers) and disappear for a couple of weeks leaving me and my brother to unpack in silence as my mum cried.

family holidays yeah i loved em
(Bleak Outlook No Daddy.. I Dont Wanna Wear The Special Shoes, Wed 8 Aug 2007, 19:22, Reply)