The Summer Holiday Season

We are now entering the summer holiday season, the time each year when facebook becomes flooded with photos of people abroad. These usually take one of three forms - boring family holidays, awfully sickening couple's holidays or chavvy party holidays to destinations such as Kavos. I, for one, will not be taking a holiday this year, mostly due to my severe lack of money, but also because I find them rather stressful. From about age 12 I despised family holidays. It wouldn't matter where we were going, if it was to Ironbridge in Shropshire, or to Morocco, I still kicked up a fuss, and was determined to have a miserable time no matter what we did. I found being carted off to a foreign land with nobody to talk to apart from my parents and my younger brother a restriction on my human rights. Luckily by the time I was 15 my parents gave up trying to take me with them and I was allowed to stay home alone. This was without a doubt, the highlight of the summer. They left me with free reign of the house, a few £20s for food and a stern word of warning about having house parties.

My past hatred for holidays, and dread I would feel as they began to approach is probably why I treat them with some hostility even now. Perhaps when I start work (if I ever do) I will crave an escape from my normal life, and start enjoying holidays like a normal person.