With my immediate family living in Surrey and me not driving it is not often I get to see my mum and dad.
Taking time to appreciate their visits is something some families take for granted. Don't get me wrong I would love to see my parents more often but the little I do see them makes me value those couple of days ever so much more. I think seeing them every week would make me lose sight of who they really are.
They say you can't choose your family, well I guess that is right but your family can choose you and that is exactly what my mum and dad did when they chose to adopt me.
I was a one-year-old red headed freckly kid when my mum and dad said: "we want this one".
It was thanks to these 2 people that my childhood was filled with fun, laughter and great memories.
My favourite being our holidays, the caravan ones in particular were always the best.
The morning of our holidays we would drive off early to meet our parent's friends and off we would set with our caravans in tow and depending on our location, sometimes the communal boat 'Plank' would come along too.
The long drive to our designated site was filled with questions from my sister and me to our parents asking if we were there yet. This question always came about 20 minutes into the 4-hour journey and needless to say it is a question my parents and every other parent in the whole world is sick of hearing. Along with the incessant bugging of parents, we would, of course, demand our dad drove around the roundabout multiple times for our amusement.
Once we arrived at our campsite we would help get everything set up and then we would be off to befriend the whole campsite and it was then of course that the real fun began.