We Are All the Teenage Girl Who Called the Cops on Her Parents for Making Her Go on Vacation

A teenage girl from Mississauga has been reprimanded for calling the cops because her parents "forced her to go on vacation with them."

Specifically, the teen's parents had taken her to Trent Hills, according to Ontario Provincial Police, a town in Northumberland County whose slogan is literally "An Un4gettable Experience." (Maybe that's what turned her off?)

When police checked on the family, they found there was "no real emergency."

"This appeared to be a case of a teenager being a teenager… Although she perceived this as a real issue, it was not an appropriate use of 911," OPP Const. Stephen Bates told the Toronto Star.

While I understand the officer's position, I can't help but sympathize with the teen in this situation. When I was a kid, going on vacation with my family was hell.

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One time, I cried when my parents—who lowkey hated each other—forced me to go camping with them. It sounds like I'm being dramatic, but I was right! We basically spent our time there with my parents bickering and my dad keeping everyone awake because we all shared a tiny hotel room and he was snoring the whole time.

Being brown, a lot of my family trips consisted of going to someplace where our extended relatives lived and just sitting in various family members' homes, eating curry, and pretending that I remembered my aunt from San Francisco even though the last time I saw her I was a goddamn baby. Often, we didn't even venture into the actual city. Like, I tell people I spent lots of my summers in "Seattle" but when I got older, I realized I was actually in Auburn and the only things I ever saw were outlet malls and Bollywood movies.

What's even worse though, is when your folks force you to do some crap out of a guidebook that you just have zero interest in. Like no, I don't want to go see this botanical garden or museum full of miniature soldiers, I want to go on the internet. And they always seem to start the day at 6 AM, so as to "make the most our time here." Inevitably, by 1 PM, we're out of things to do, but your parents are at least able to get drunk to entertain themselves.

One of my guy friends pointed out that during puberty, vacationing with your parents in particularly challenging.

"We'd go to my grandparents house and it was close quarters, like watching the Olympic gymnasts on TV and reading Sports Illustrated with the women's swim team. All I wanted to do was rub one out."

Obviously when you're a kid vacationing with your parents, they're super anal about curfew—even more so than when you're at home, because they have dick all to do except worry about you. But even as you get older, it doesn't really go away. I visited Australia a couple years ago—in my mid 20s—and my aunt was legit pissed off that I wanted to go out clubbing. So much so, that en route to the subway station, she told me, "You know a girl was murdered here last year?" She then went on to detail a horrible attack on a young woman who'd been coming home from the bar late at night.

Going on vacation with your parents as an adult isn't a lot better. They nag you about why you don't have a boyfriend or girlfriend, why you're still working as a journalist, etc. But the one silver lining is that they pay for things. And now that you're old enough to actually know how much things cost, because you're broke and underemployed, that is a pretty decent bonus.

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