I can relate..verbatim of what when on in our family too.
Our Ford wagon was white/red gut.My Dad would pack enough items to wait out nuclear fallout.3/4 of the crap we never even used.Just needed a pair of shorts & T and see ya in the tent when the sun went down with smores smeared all over our faces.Then up at the crack o'dawn to do it all over again!
We would come home so sunburned,tired & smelling of Bactine on Sunday evenings,that nobody wanted to unpack the car.
My parents saying to us all,
"DON'T YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT GOING INTO THAT HOUSE EMPTY HANDED!".
Awwww..
