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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Travel Sickness.I've got a cast iron stomach, unless it involves boats or cars.
One trip when I was 8, involved a long car journey. About half way there, I told my Dad I felt sick. My Dad told me "You'll be OK in a minute", somehow thinking that would ease any problems I had.
30 seconds later, I was sick. A direct hit on our poor spaniels head. The dog looked quite put out by this, with sick dripping off of it's head, but managed to grab some dignity by slowly licking it's mouth as the sick ran down.
This immediately caused another wretch. This caused a loop until my Dad pulled over and he was spot on. I was alright then!
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Fronkle99, Thu 2 Aug 2007, 17:50,
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