Genuinely I can’t even remember because growing up, my dad was that type of guy who took us kids to obligatorily “fun” things and without fail did or said something that would make it feel completely miserable, then get angry at us for not having enjoyed ourselves at the fun thing.

A couple of instances I remember in particular was when he took us to Hawaii (he wasn’t rich, just wanted to look rich and was very good at avoiding debt collectors) and kept being an entitled shitbag to the poor staff which made me super uncomfortable the whole time, and the time he took us to a magic show in vegas and spent the whole time explaining the tricks when I didn’t even fucking ask.

I now find it very difficult to find any “fun” things actually fun.