You've already shared with us you favourite JY experience and it seems that we have all been travelling and seeing the world for many years, what we would like to know is what was your earliest holiday memory?

As a starter for 10, asking around JY HQ it has been long drives in a hot car to Weston-super-Mare, rock pooling in North Devon, seeing the New Forest ponies and roaring down the runway on that first flight experience. My own was a family holiday in France where my brother decided to start a camp-wide water fight before running off to play football with some of the locals - it lasted the entire day and always makes the family laugh when we talk about it!

I look forward to hearing your stories

Julia

I have 2 vivid memories,

1st being on holiday is Scotland wearing a hideous orange cardigan my Mum had knitted me and the fact they have salt in their porridge.

2nd sitting in my Dads Austin A40 car rain lashing down looking at the sea no idea where we were eating squashed sandwiches, windows steamed up, and my Dad saying along the lines of, we are on holiday and we will,see the sea!!

Sunny memory would be jersey with family friends, burying my brother in the sand, that was great fun, and endless hours making sand castles. Days of pure childish innocence.

All,are great memories...that's what holidays are for me to make memories.

Cindy

I vividly remember in my early teens going to the Isle of Wight, and it was so exciting going on a ferry for the first time.  Lots of lovely memories there. 

My first flying holiday was to Sorrento.  3 nights, full board, with an excursion thrown in for £29!  Beat that.

I will always remember too my first visit to Yugoslavia.  To what is now Slovenia.  Way up in the mountains, and a foot of snow overnight on my birthday!  I have never lost my love for the place which is why I continue to go back.

I can clearly remember stopping just outside Norwich for Fish & Chips, which we ate out of the paper in the back of the car with little wooden forks. But my favorite memory from that first holiday was befriending the local farmer, who took a shine to me (I was cute at that age) and he let me help him collect the eggs from his chickens. I was both amazed and disgusted at having to put my hand under a chicken’s bottom to get the eggs… before that I don’t think I ever realised where eggs came from…

Dave

Jan

Jaya

Jaya

My first holiday memory was when I was about 8.  My uncle and his wife took me on holiday to the Isle of Wight. I think this was also my last time on holiday with them. Whilst away I got my arm stuck in the turnstile at Black Gang Chine and they very nearly had to send for the fire brigade.  Then sitting on the beach, I decided to tell everyone that I loved my caravan holiday but the only problem was that the caravan kept rocking at night.  My uncle looked very embarrassed and now tells everyone about it and embarrasses me.

Regards Julie

Your post had me laughing out loud!  No wonder it was your last holiday with your uncle and aunt...

The first holiday I really remember was a trip to the Isle of Man when I was five - the trams (some horse drawn), steam trains and the scenery were magical to me.  Also we saw Prince Charles as he drove past and he stopped the car to say hello to us, which really impressed us (especially my dad!).

All the best,

Bob

Sylvia

The car came with us of course, we had traveled up on the overnight ferry to Portsmouth and had to race to catch the 'Monster Boat'.

So where did we go, with all the glorious sunshine and expanses of green fields, sandy beaches and friendly locals?

Ireland

West Cork to be precise. Went back there a couple of years ago, and it was still the same. Well except the weather