Oh, memories of THE WORST VACATION EVER.  

My parents didn't pre-reserve any hotels or motels.  One night somewhere in upstate NY they introduced me to the concept of "Bates Motel".  I got a separate room with my brother for the first time ever, but it wasn't as much a treat as it should have been.  I remember a decrepit swimming pool and want to imagine some kind of nasty colored water running when we turned on the faucet.