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
France early '90sOn the second day my dad got stung by a wasp which triggered a major anaphylactic reaction. He then got rushed to hospital with (apparently) minutes to spare and spent the rest of the week in bed doped up on antihistamines.
My Mum stayed with him for the entire time. Me and my brothers were too young to realise the seriousness of this and were left in the care of a friendly family from Dorset.
Ended up having a brilliant week on and around the beach without parental supervision. Didn't find out what happened until years later. Still feel guilty as hell cos my Mum was frantic and we were just selfish little shits for the whole holiday.
(, Mon 6 Aug 2007, 17:53, Reply)
« Go Back