Despite staying in a low-budget hotel and eating at the Shoney's buffet for dinner every night, I actually had a pretty good time. I remember touring the old houses and learning that wardrobes were made for holding clothes because residents were taxed based on the number of rooms in their home and a closet was considered a room. I mean, that's a pretty cool fact, even for a 15 year old girl.
I remember going out to Ft. Sumter and thinking it kind of sucked. Then we toured an old air craft carrier (the Yorktown, I now know) and that was pretty cool. I vaguely remember cheese grits on a plantation and lunch in a really swanky restaurant called Magnolia's in downtown Charleston. All-in-all, it was a good trip. And I've always wondered why my step-sister thought she was too cool to go.
So what gives? Did your teenage self look forward to or loathe that summer vacation with the parental units?
