What is your first Holiday memory?

Rooter said:
Oh god. aged 6 or 7 from the home counties, i couldn't understand a word he said!! :ROFLMAO:
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We had the whole "Armada" come into the Yamaha exhibition at the Villiers Hotel one night in 1979.

I had absolutely no idea what they were talking about but they were great fun.
 
williamalex1 said:
Early 1950s going to Portobello, Rothesay, Ayr in no particular order. Wearing my hand knitted woollen swimming trunks in baltic seawater freezing my nuts off . Thanks Mum n dad for drying me down with a sandy towel, that's why I preferred Largs, Pebble beach :ROFLMAO:
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Did they hang down to knees when wet? (the trunks that is!)
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I think mine was when the old caravan jack knifed whilst being towed by our cortina on the motorway and zig zagging across the motorway until it flipped over and the rear of the car was up in the air. Didnt make it to holiday ;)

After that it would be the first foreign holiday abroad as a mid-teenager to a Costa.
 
DRW said:
I think mine was when the old caravan jack knifed whilst being towed by our cortina on the motorway and zig zagging across the motorway until it flipped over and the rear of the car was up in the air. Didnt make it to holiday ;)

After that it would be the first foreign holiday abroad as a mid-teenager to a Costa.
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I guess it became a Ford Concertina.
 
Driving down to Devon or Cornwall with my brother and dad with the trailer tent hitched up to the back of the car. Leaving at stupid o'clock at night with my brother sleeping across the back seat and me sleeping in the boot while dad drove us down there. We always slept the whole way while dad would drive for several hours and then pull into a layby and get a few hours sleep before carrying on down to the campsite. I remember one year, aged about 5, getting woken up in the back of a freezing cold Vauxhall Astra with condensation dripping off the inside of the back window onto my head, to see Stonehenge. I was less than impressed.
 
My earliest was when I was 2.5 years old. My Mum couldn't believe I remember so many details. We stayed at Butlins in Pwllheli. I remember arriving in the bus, the chalet, the cable car over the camp, the little train they had running through it, my two older brothers having battery powered boats they played with, every morning the song "zippity doo da" being broadcast over the camp.
My memory for lots of things isn't good. It's funny how certain things stick in your mind.
 
Come on Eileen playing on the radio, on a Norfolk Broads narrow boat with my dad, grandad and brother.

I think that’s the only memory I have before the age of 7. Strange
 
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