Ice cream cones, cotton candy and fun under the sun. Plunking pennies into the water glasses and screeching with joy to win one ill-fated little goldfish. It's 1 in the afternoon and the day has just begun...What to do with the goldfish for the rest of the day? "Daddy, will you...???" In a moment, attention is diverted away from the fish and drawn on to more promising prospects. Pulling on Dad's t-shirt and begging impatiently for more ride tickets is now the principal aim...Other kids are racing and will beat you to the long lines for the main attraction if you don't get a move on. Ahhh, the Giant Dipper. The classic symbol of summertime thrill on the Beach Boardwalk in Santa Cruz, California. As a child, the now-not-so-massive drop was the ultimate in colossal-sized adventure. Facing the drop with brave hands in the air was enough to generate brag-worthy fodder on the school playground for months.
As an adult now, I get back to the boardwalk from time to time and enjoy the chair-lift ride above the park to take in the view of the ocean and the little ones below enjoying the extravaganza like I used to. Letting my feet dangle as I did when I was a youngster, I love floating in and out of memories while I glide from one end of the park to another. Sometimes the chair-lift stops and leaves one suspended in place, suspended in time, for a few moments. I imagine that now, looking down below to see a little girl tugging on her Daddy's t-shirt and begging for more ride tickets.
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