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Always remember going to Lincolnshire and staying in this creepy old house with my cousin when I was 9. In one upstairs room there was a really old radio in a big walnut case and a large lit station dial and indicator. My cousin....the little *@! had me convinced that it was haunted. He scared me half to death by plugging the power lead in from outside when I went in the room once. The radio started playing the boys are back in town by Thin Lizzy. Put me off that track for years. And yes, he still loves to remind me of this.
The one massive memory I have is of being on a two week holiday in a caravan park somewhere in Wales (probably Tenby or thereabouts) and it being massively hot for the first week then a HUGE thunderstorm and an enormous downpour one night that made the caravan shake (caravans with gas mantle lights).
The next day my cousin and I were playing in puddles with some toy Native American canoes that we had in the huge puddles that had formed on the camp.
The puddles had disappeared by the end of that day and by the end of the holiday we had lost our toy canoes, probably because we played with them in the sea . I remember them being highly detailed and have never seen anything like them since. They were about 1/32 scale and featured two Native Americans in a traditional canoe/kayak. They were amazingly cool.
There are other specific family memories that it would be pointless sharing here because unfortunately you guys don't know the people involved. But I remember that holiday as an awesomely good time. It's weird that the one major memory is of a cheap plastic toy in a puddle, but I suppose that's how good memories work.
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