21 April 2012
A holiday camp for children is not exactly a place i plan on meeting anyone special, but it's where I got dragged each year with my sister and 3 brothers, yes you heard me right, 3 brothers.
Anyway, so we get to the 'fun club' where kids are pushed onto the dance floor to be taken care of by the entertainers while the parents drink a glass too many. Us five being most of the kids, as there are only about 12 others. However, we notice that the prepared families, the ones that have tables at the very back where no-one can see them and have 4 empty glasses of alcohol on the table, their kids are in fancy dress, with holla skirts and flip flops.
Then the entertainers announce there is a competition for the best beach outfits. Big mistake.
My mum runs out of the party room and doesn't return until 15 mins later with 6 shopping bags. Oh dear god.
She hustles us into the disabled bathroom, and gets us dressed. Before I go any further I would like to point out that what we did on that day was forced upon us, we had no say in the matter what so ever.
Then we came out, Lucy in a pink 2 piece, holla skirt and flowers in her hair. Billy and jake in snorkels, wet suits and rubber sharks. Harry in flippers and shorts, while me in a 2 piece wearing goggles and flip flops that matched. All with faces of... Embarrassment. What kind of mother puts her kids through something like that?!?!
Anyways, obviously we won the competition, and had to go on stage to show the 20 audience members why we had; Because our mum is as mad as we all turned out.
I Had No Say • Opuss № I