Holiday and Travel Articles
posted on 8 January 2012
he most annoying thing about my childhood was my family. We are what you call close-knit, meaning no one minds their own business, and we are always all together. Being the old child, from the youngest daughter in a set of 8, I had a host of cousins. Heck, I had a host of just about everything. Yes, we are a huge southern family, that likes to travel. I guess that is the one thing I loved about being in such a big family, someone was always going somewhere, and I was down to ride. When I was about 13, my family decided to crank up the old motorhome, this idea didn't sit right with me, but hey we were going somewhere so I was all in. My uncle had purchased this motorhome from one of those motorhomes for sale fairs about 10 years before this trip and it had been sitting in the yard doing a whole lot of nothing just about my whole life, but he took it to the local mechanic who gave it a bill of OK health and we were off. On our way to the smoky mountains. 18 of my closest relatives in one small single wide trailer on wheels is never a good idea, and about 300 miles into the trip in the middle of no where, we got a flat. And of course, we had nothing to fix the flat. So we pulled over at a rest stop, that was closed and tried calling back home for help. That didn't work because my grandmother didn't have a car and no one was home. So we waited, and waited and waited. Until the rest stop opened in the morning. Cussing fussing and screaming in the night our parents had had just about enough. So bright and early we went into the rest stop for baths and goodies. Only to find out that the major highway we were headed on was closed due to bad weather. My aunts and uncles made the best of it I suppose, taking us to walmart for hot dogs and chips, as we spent the next two couple of days camping out in strip malls and rest stops. They turned our destination into a road trip and took us to every thing we ever could want to see in the south. It was the most amazing week of my life, but I am never getting into a motorhome with them again. |
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