The Toilet
The thing about holidays in my home was that while other parents fancy their kids visiting their friends and spending time with them, my dad wasn't one to allow us just go stay with anyone like that. So we didn't really get to go on much holidays as kids except for this one family that had somehow persuaded my dad to let us go stay with them for the weekends.
I know what you all might be thinking "If I didn't go on holidays as a kid how about now?
Well you see in Africa, the saying "my roof, my rules" still applies very much so due to the fact that I and my siblings were still living with our parents and they didn't like the idea of us going to stay with someone or going to stay at a new place without their supervision, we didn't really get to go home on holidays, no one even brought it up.
But fortunately for me, I do have a story to tell about one of the worse holidays I had as a kid and unfortunately I can't remember any of the good ones, this is probably because we tend to remember moments where we felt the most hurt than that of when we were happiest.
Anyways, my worse holiday happened when I was a kid. A friend of my dad had asked us to come stay with his family over the weekend and my dad had permitted us to go. Everything about their place was good because the man was rich and I and my siblings got along very well with his kids. One day, while I was in the bathroom, I tried flushing the toilet but water just wasn't coming out, so I opened the water closet tank and tried pouring some water in it, but just as I was done and was about closing the tank, the cover slipped off my hand and landed on the toilet seat, shattering everything and even cutting me.
I remember how the eldest kid of my dad's friend had whooped me that day naked, right in front of his sisters and my brothers. The sad thing about this whole thing was that during the time, I wasn't allowed to go to the toilet myself in other to avoid incidents like this from happening, but that day I had called my brothers and the sons of my dad's friend to come help me but they had all ignored me because they were playing video games and seeing how pressed I was, I decided to go do it myself.
I remember going home few days later and we were never invited to go spend holidays at their home again. That was my worse holiday experience.