What kind of teenage fun did you have on summer vacation?
 

Going down to Indiana for a couple of weeks a year was awesome. Did a couple of church sponsored week long camps.

Mostly worked trying to make as much as I could. But always made some time for my grandmother's needs. They were rewarded with great food and nature skills.:seasix:

As teens, my dad would pack up my brother and sometimes stepbrothers in the '69 Suburban and we'd drive all over the US for a month, camping at National Parks and off road, and moteling it every 3 days or so. Saw most states, had many great times.

Me and the hood gangsters rode our bikes to the beach, 45 minutes each way, spent the whole day there, had our $1.00 dinner at mcd's, two burgers with fries and cups of water, did not have enough money for lunch AND dinner.

Worked well for me, never knew about family vacations.

Me and my Virginia Beach surfer posse whizzed away summer weekends, setting up illegal races at the local Shoney's drive in to run later in the evening, then off to the beach to surf and end the night trolling for horny female tourists from up north.... And hanging out at the Peppermint Beach Club to hear The Platters, Fats Domino, Chubby Checker, Gary US Bonds and Bill Deal and the Rhondells. Dance your heart out 10' from the performers.

One day, my pal, Billy Thomas (a well known local "badass") and I carried our surfboards to Rudee Inlet in his '67 GTO, when we got done surfing and came back, we caught two guys trying to steal his surfboard racks off the car and it was on. After the fist fight, he said, "You're a scrappy little f*cker!" I got me a little "bad boy" rep after that...

I wouldn't trade those years for love nor money !

My brother and I would take the bus over to San Francisco and go to the Aquarium or to Chinatown to buy fireworks. We'd come back across the bridge with shopping bags full of Roman candles, M-80's, cherry bombs, and bricks of firecrackers and bottle rockets. We'd also go to the Strand theater and watch R rated movies like Dirty Harry and Death Wish for $.75. Good times. White kids 13-14 years old running around unsupervised with fireworks in another city and we never once got into trouble or caused it. (But GOD those M-80's were loud in the tunnels in Golden Gate Park!)

As a young teen outside of Philly, I used to spend 2 weeks each summer with my best buddy's family in Atlantic City

We rode bikes everywhere. The Boy's Club next town over was on a pond and Dan and I learned to sail, canoe. We also rode to Walden Pond, where I got my first sight of bikini bridge.

We played street hockey in the 'hood nearly every day using what was left from our ice hockey sticks that we bought the winter before, and an old tennis ball with a hole stabbed into it. On the street- asphalt pavement. Once the wood blade wore down we resorted to those terrible plastic blades that screwed onto the end of the long handle. Then we'd use a cut-down portion of the stick from the year before, the same ball, move to the Tee intersection and play stickball.

On the weekends my parents would load us all up into the '67 Country Squire wagon and head to our grandparent's cabin in the hilly portion of Gloucester. Since he owned property there my grandfather had a windshield sticker to let us into the very popular Good Harbor Beach. We'd stay a few hours, body surf the waves, get sunburned, then back to the house for steamed clams and corn-on-the cob. Some days we'd hike the mile or so to the city reservoir and swim there, diving off rocks near the shore. Other days we'd hike a bit longer up to the summit of Mt. Anne.

My grandmother had a BIL that owned a wharf in Gloucester Harbor. That extended family was wealthy by our standards. One had a big ol' house n the main street where we'd go every summer to watch the Horribles Parade.

We went to Silver Dollar City and my parents threatened to leave me there.

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Dam, never knew of it until your mention.
Pulled up their homepage, and what do you know.
I gotta hit it, as a season pass is cheaper than one day in mouseland.

none. parents were over-protective, to put it mildly.

Well, there was also the military draft, rampant drug use, the Vietnam war, the Kennedy assassination, Bay of Pigs, horrible racial tensions and the constant threat of Russia "dropping the big one".

But - life went on...

Pre-middle school, I would go on road trips with may dad who was a long-haul trucker.

As a small kid, I'd spend a week with both sets of grandparents that only lived a few miles apart.

Not a tattoo, piercing, purple hair, or fat arm in sight. I blame it on participation trophies.

I worked during my summers except for the two week vacation to the beach with the family.

Spent all my summers working sunup to sundown on the family farm, hard work. But on the weekend I grew up at Detroit Dragway with my dad. He had a 57 Corvette Gasser then a Slingshot FED wth a 392 Hemi, got my licence in it at 16.

No summer fun. Summer was spent doing the lawns at my house, my grandparents houses and my grandfather's small rental property. I was told to shut up and deal with it, because someday I would inherit the property and was just earning the right to deserve it. We took one family vacation in my youth, because we supposedly couldn't afford to take any. Turns out the readon we couldn't afford to do anything was that the Christian school my mother worked at paid her less than a starting public school teacher, even with decades of experience. The preacher scared her so bad that she was giving 110% of her pay back to them in offerings. Two years before she died, she just up and sold off all the properties and I found she gave 90% of the money to the same gid damned church.

So summer vacations and fun are a real sore spot for me. I should have been a druggie and a royal pain in the ass instead.

Outdoor Arena Concerts ~ pArTied like everyone of 'em was Woodstock ~

Keg pArTyS ~ with an Assortment of other Mind Enhancing ~ Sex Inducing ~ Substances

Drive In Movies where the Screen and Broken Speaker Sound were Secondary to Body Contact ~ Bewb Groping ~ Wet Crotch Activities with the Fogged up Windows

Lake and River . . swimming ~ diving ~ bikini bottom dropping fun stuff ~

Car Cruising ~ Underage Bar Hopping ~ Live Band Dancing ~ Pelvic Thrustin'

Yeah ~ Awesome Teen Years ~