Is it true that in every elementary school across America there's some kid who insists that he or she will grow up to become a professional roller coaster designer? No, that kid was not me, I think my dream job was to become a scientist or a banker (I was an ultra geek),
but I always dreamed of going to a real amusement park. Utah's beloved Lagoon never really did it for me, perhaps because back then they polluted local television with the most obnoxious of television commercials (by the way, those commercials were better than Star Wars compared to the Jared's Jewelers advertisements of today). All my thrill park dreams came true when the whole family drove 60 miles south, just over the Illinois border, to Six Flags Great America. And Great it was!! Holy cow, I've never had so much fun. Tyler bought us flash passes, which are these amazing devices that allow you to book yourself a spot at the front of the line of a ride about every 15 minutes. And boy did we get good at it too, we ended up running from one ride to the other, cutting to the front of the line, getting our heads tossed back and forth violently on some nutty ride, and rushing off to the next one still dizzy. The best ride there was Raging Bull which we ended up going on over and over again. Boy howdy, there's no other way to do Six Flags. Thanks Tyler.
Zoe also enjoyed Six Flags, but for different reasons. She was able to hang out with a variety of enormous cartoon characters, with whom she danced and laughed. There were all sorts of things on the ground for her to touch and sample, much to her parents' and grandparents' disapproval. We also took her on a number of "kiddie" rides, which she seemed to enjoy in a very bored sort of way. The pinacle of the trip for her though was definitely the funnel cake, which she was able to enjoy at the modest cost of only $4 per spoonful. You learn a lot about a person by how they act at Six Flags. I never knew that Tyler has the potential to be an olympic sprinter, or that Sara can scream better than those chicks in black and white horror films. I also never knew that Foghorn Leghorn looked so good in a vest.
but I always dreamed of going to a real amusement park. Utah's beloved Lagoon never really did it for me, perhaps because back then they polluted local television with the most obnoxious of television commercials (by the way, those commercials were better than Star Wars compared to the Jared's Jewelers advertisements of today). All my thrill park dreams came true when the whole family drove 60 miles south, just over the Illinois border, to Six Flags Great America. And Great it was!! Holy cow, I've never had so much fun. Tyler bought us flash passes, which are these amazing devices that allow you to book yourself a spot at the front of the line of a ride about every 15 minutes. And boy did we get good at it too, we ended up running from one ride to the other, cutting to the front of the line, getting our heads tossed back and forth violently on some nutty ride, and rushing off to the next one still dizzy. The best ride there was Raging Bull which we ended up going on over and over again. Boy howdy, there's no other way to do Six Flags. Thanks Tyler.
Zoe also enjoyed Six Flags, but for different reasons. She was able to hang out with a variety of enormous cartoon characters, with whom she danced and laughed. There were all sorts of things on the ground for her to touch and sample, much to her parents' and grandparents' disapproval. We also took her on a number of "kiddie" rides, which she seemed to enjoy in a very bored sort of way. The pinacle of the trip for her though was definitely the funnel cake, which she was able to enjoy at the modest cost of only $4 per spoonful. You learn a lot about a person by how they act at Six Flags. I never knew that Tyler has the potential to be an olympic sprinter, or that Sara can scream better than those chicks in black and white horror films. I also never knew that Foghorn Leghorn looked so good in a vest.
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