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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Weymouth early 80'sI don't think my Dad enjoyed our trip to Portland Bill. A 5 or 6 year old little me aimed a stone for a mighty throw into the sea but it slipped out of my hand on the back lift and hit him on the forehead, cutting it open.
I'll never forget the look of rage and bewilderment as he touched his head to find blood pouring down his face and him shouting, "Argh bloody hell, you little shit you cut my head open, come here!" and me running off in tears to the comforting shelter of my mothers embrace, "Leave him alone it was an accident". Thanks mum, I couldn't have done it if I'd tried.
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abefroman skating on the thin life of modern life on, Mon 6 Aug 2007, 17:32,
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