Join Date: Feb 2009
Location: Los Angeles, CA
Re: What was your worst holiday?
... I have a few...
I'll start with my Bar-Mitzvah. About 2.5 years ago, when I turned 13 my family and I went to Israel for a month for my Bar-Mitzvah. Now I have 3 sisters, and I was stuck rooming with them. I was stuck sleeping on the floor most of the time. My youngest sister would cry about everything, and since my mom hates me, I was always punished on that trip and was confined to my hotel room (I would always just sneak out of the hotel room and go around the area, and since I speak fluent Hebrew I had no problems nor worries doing that). Most of the time my dad and my two other sisters openly acknowledgedI hadn't done anything, but my mom just hates me, so she punished me anyways. Then for a week we decided to tour northern Israel. For a few nights we were in a Kibbutz called Kfar Geladi. The night we got there, my dad showed me where we were on a map and he jokingly said "Lebanon and Syria are right by us, if there is a war we're screwed!" Ironically, the Lebanon war started the next day!!! There were outgoing and incoming missiles less than a mile away. We spent a night in a bunker (bomb shelter). The next day we went to Haifa, right after we left Haifa, Hezbollah started bombing Haifa! Then we went to Tel-Aviv, and we were fine. Luckily, the trip wasn't cut short due to the war.
Next bad Holiday:
This was last year. It was on my 15th birthday. While I was at school, a water pipe in my backyard burst. Our neighbors had their gardeners over, so our maid asked one of the gardeners if he could turn off the water. He turned off the water to the whole house. When I get back, my mom calls me and tells me to turn the water back on. I spent 4 hours, had a bunch of my neighbors with all their tools come over to try to help me turn it back on. We did not have the right tools to turn it back on (we needed a giant "T" shaped key thingy.) so we tried to make do with what we had. Nothing worked. I told my mom that we couldn't get it to work, and she threw a temper-tantrum. She was calling my dad(who was in Europe at the time filming a movie) and started saying how bad of a son I was. My dad knew she was B.S.ing, but he couldn't do anything about it. The worst part is: since my mom hates me, she didn't even get me a birthday present ( however my dad gave me a birthday present when he returned from Europe ).