Does it count from my childhood? My family (mother, father, brother, and one sister) went to a dude ranch in Colorado. I was 10 or 11. I was expected to pack for myself. I forgot underwear. Had to wash the same pair every night. Had to go to Mass in a dotted swiss dress with no slip. My sister and I HATED the dude ranch. We were not into roughing it.
I am the youngest so I had to ride in the "way back" with the luggage. From Illinois to Colorado. On the way back down the mountain my brother said he felt sick. My mother gave him crackers. I said I felt sick. My mother said you just want crackers like your brother.
I shouted to stop the car. I stood outside the car....in front of a whole group of kids at a camp and puked.
So then I said, "NOW can I have crackers?" My mother (who denies this story every time I tell it) said....you don't need crackers now!
The next year my sister and I were left at home.
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