I'd be in a caravan in Cornwall for at least 2 weeks, more if my dad was laid off which happened now and then before he was moved off the production line.
Apart from that I just had fun around the house by myself up to teenage years when we would just piss-pootle about town. A couple of the latter years had regular cricket games and a chat to the women in the petrol station we called Michael. Its gone now, replaced by a lidl with a travellodge above it.
I remember one year in the last week eating a tin of beans and sausage with a tin of meatballs added, toast on the side for dipping, while watching an elvis film (clambake iirc) and thinking 'there's only 6 years of high-school left, then I can do something I enjoy and with people who aren't cunts'. I was wrong obviously, but I can have a bottle of vodka with the beans, sausage and meatballs to help me forget that.