Did your Mum and Dad ever take a friend with you on holiday? A friend of yours so that you had someone of your own age with you and not just the oldies?
It looks good on paper but the reality can be something quite different. The beauty of friendships is that you can come and go in them on a daily or even hourly basis. You decide when you've had enough.
Holidays are different. Like a nice prison sentence, they usually last at least a week and your'e stuck in one place. If your folks convince you to take a mate then you are stuck with them in one place too, come what may.
My parents once took a mate of mine on holiday. I wasn't 100% about it but they felt sorry for him so I did. He'd been knocked over earlier in the year and his parents weren't planning on a holiday that year for some reason. It was around 1975 and we went to the Isle of Man in a guest house in Douglas.
It wasn't great from the get go. I realised that friendships can be stretched when I got over excited at a amusement arcade, spent all my pennies too soon on the one armed bandits and asked my friend to lend me a quid since he still had a lot left. He refused, which I thought was most annoying, especially as he was our guest! He should willingly lend me dosh if he has more than me!
Much worse was to come. I got pally with a girlie in the guest house and feelings developed quickly as they do when you're 14. My friend noticed this and proceeded to muscle in. He won and the girlie only had eyes for him for the rest of the week. I remember feeling gutted and hurt, but mostly I just wanted my friend to not be there with us.
I have a feeling that may have been the last summer holiday I had with my folks. I can't be sure. My mate didn't ruin it completely. I can tell that when I look at the photo's now and then. I'm obviously having fun anyway, which I'm pleased about for my parents' sake.
Did you ever take mates with you on holiday as a kid?
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