Memory of my childhood

I wanted that journey to go on forever. Well, at the offset printing anyway. We had left Belgium in the morning, all of us reluctant to arrive at our final destination, but the daytime progressed. The atmosphere in the gondola elevator gondola car became tense, and the distance on the map didnt seem to change with the passing hours.The inhabitants of the car are completely oblivious to the outside world. My parents were mooting al unneurotic of their petty arguments and minor discomforts. The landscape changed with the mood, as they began to descend into the routine that they would progress to taken up every hour or so from this instant on. The tar on the road sizzled fantasies distort vision and reflect light into a glazed eye. They only thought of themselves.My little sister, Emma, said Its my turn on the Game Boy.No, its mine. I said.Just give it to Emma. Shes youngest. get d deliver said.Where are we on the map now?I WANT IT NOW Emma said.I dont subsist present for yo urself, Mother said, Now give Emma the game boy Naz.Cant you all just be quiet? Im laborious to read. I shouted angrily.Dont you speak to me like that young ladyThat was the reaction I got from both of my parents as I takeed them to keep the hitch down. We hadnt moved from this spot for 2 hours. And it was Emmas turn on the Game Boy. And I only wanted to play it to get on Emmas nerves. I could have told them that, but I would have just gotten the same unreasonable reaction, that because I was 10, I didnt have a clue almost anything.The noise began to settle as we listened to our repetitive music and the toneless instructions of the navigator. Each of us was thinking about an incident vivid in our own mind, but forgotten by others. We only thought of our own importance, and the mark we left on others. We were self contained and self absorbed.We were heading for Cornwall. For all of us except my dad, it was for the commencement ceremony time in three years. It was understandable that they spent most of the long hours lecturing us on manners while we were caged in the car- we had to make a good feeling. They were our family though. Should we really have to make an impression on them? Arent they supposed to know us better than we even know ourselves? Sometimes things arent what they are sour to be though.They suspect the feeling of awkwardness that undercurrents their arrival. It will be smothered by joyfulness, present bounteous and drink. Concern for each others appearance makes them interfering. Hills roll past, and the hateful sun is shining straight down onto the car holding them like packed vegetables. late the car crawled down the stretch of motorway, which the sun was slowly melting. The car had been a shelter from the heat at the beginning of the journey, but then we could feel the effects of it. The angrier and more frustrated we got the warmer the car grew. As the batteries ran out, everyones books were finished, and we still didnt look like we had moved all that lots further we ignored each other and concentrated on ourselves. I was thirsty, my arms were itchy with sweat, my legs were cramped, and I still didnt see why I was the one that always had to read Emma a story, ever since Emma was 5 years old.Why cant she read it herself? I said furiously.Because, I asked you to do it My mother answered me angrily.Then ask her.She cannot read. And now just do it.Fine, WhateverSo I went on to read Were going on a Bear Hunt with as much feeling as I would read a recipe.Slowly as we got closer and closer to Cornwall we forgot every reason we had for not wanting to get there. A bulky proper Sunday roast, which would no doubt be on the table when we arrived, sounded like heaven. It was our cousin Alans birthday, and the saloon would be huge and covered in chocolate. We had had experiences of birthday cakes before in Cornwall. They were always worth the journey.We had a CD on in the car. It was Robbie Williams. We always listened to Robbie Williams and Van Morrison on long car journeys. Everything seems to merge together after a while though, just drowning out the sound of the car and each other.We were separated and stranded from each other as though in separate cages. We expected no communication. We gave none. We could only think ahead.By the time that there was only about an hour to go of this pain staking driving us were all looking forward to Cornwall like it was the Promised Land. Every accident was forgotten. We only remembered the food and drink we would be given, the early Christmas and late birthday presents.We were just coming up the drive of the house when the door capable and every single relative I remember, some that I didnt remember, and some that I didnt even know came swarming down the drive. Within minutes we were all crowded round a huge dining table, set to begin.The accidents were forgotten. They had successfully implanted themselves in this household. They would not let it out of thei r grasp until they left exhausted and overfed, to relent to their ordinary routine of work. Believe that we had had a holiday.