The summer between 9th and 10th grade, we went as a family – mom, dad, me and my younger sister and two younger brothers – to Scotland to visit my grandmother, my dad’s mother.
We flew to Scotland in July and stayed for the month with my grandmother.
I was not especially happy to be giving up a summer with my friends, especially the boy I had been secretly dating for more than a year.
I was, to put it charitably, often sullen for much of the trip, to the point where I was warned more than one by mom that I was ‘this close’ to having my attitude adjusted.
By some miracle, I managed to improve my disposition each time just enough to avoid a trip over her knee and I emerged from the trip spank-free – except for one specific instance that happened while we were visiting cousins in London.
Double the Slipper1
