When I was in my teens, I really loved going on vacation with my dad. Because he was so much fun. He wasn't exactly the perfect father by some conservative standard but he loves me and misses me (and my sisters) and he's always tried to introduce me to new ideas and interesting things about this world in which we live.
He had no problem sneaking my sister and I (our ages at the time 14 and 16) into Mexican night clubs when we were on vacation with him. He was extremely chilled about that kind of thing. And I loved it more than anything. I loved being with my dad when I was that age because he was truly shockproof. He didn't get all uptight about stuff. And he loved nothing more than good food and drink and entertainment whether we were in TO or Seattle or Mexico.
Going on vacation was always really great if my dad was at the wheel. Where some parents would be very strict and extremely uptight about stuff, my dad was always so laid back. Or so it seemed to me.
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