I will never forget the family vacation we took up the coast when I was 15.
No one understood me.
I swear I’d stumbled into Golden Pond because the store owner was named “Narrrrr-mun!” and his Yankee wife kept imitating Hepburn, when calling to the back room, asking if they had any “fyil-um”.
I never did get more film for my camera so from MA to ME, I took no photos.
That tourist trap did, however, feature the finest collection of dried, reeking, mutilated Skates, posing as “Jenny Hanuvuhs” anywhere, I’d reckon.
:D
*for your possible amusement...it’s another weird episode of my so-called life.
:)
Some of our family have moved to Florida, Georgia and Texas many years ago. One of my sisters visited Florida when she was in her early 20s, and married a man from West Virginia who had relocated there. Their son married a girl from Arizona, and their daughters are married to or engaged to boys from Florida. Our attempts to communicate are sometimes endearingly humourous.
Legacy of a youth spent globe hopping.
I went back to visit Kenya for a few weeks and when I got back stateside my best friend who picked me up at the airport kept look at me strangely. After about five minutes she said, "Why are you talking like Margaret Thatcher?"
Oops.
It took a couple of days to wear off.