I have good memories of vacations as a kid. My mom and dad would pack me and my three brothers into the station wagon and cart us down to Florida. This was no easy feat and I think back on it now and wonder how they did it. Our vacations were always in July or August and given the wagon had no air conditioning it can’t have been the most comfortable situation. Not to mention the fact my brothers and I would argue. Or more correctly my older brother would bug the shitra out of one of us causing screaming and crying. My mom was a yeller herself so she’d scream on occasion. My dad was a softie overall but we did push him to his limits on these trips. I will never forget the look on his face as he’d turn around from the front seat, his right hand in position to give one of us a good backhand slap. He never carried through though. So this just became something for my brothers and I to laugh about.
Now my husband and I take our family down south and still spend time with my cousins. Except we’re the parents now. How did that happen? It seems it changed in the blink of an eye. My cousin and faithful reader, Joey, gave me this topic. We do certainly love our vacations. My family will meet with his again this summer. It’s a great tradition we started a few years ago. The beach, the sun and cold beer. I can’t wait.
But even before that I am looking forward to a more imminent vacation. Namely a vacation from blogging.
How about you? What were your vacations like as a kid?