Back in the day (WAY back in the day), the lovely Robin and I held hands and rode rides as teenagers at Kings Island, the 364-acre amusement park northeast of Cincinnati in Mason, Ohio. In fact, I think I first visited (with my similarly redheaded friend, Chip Nance) soon after it opened in 1972. And, when my two children were in grade school and middle school, we bought season passes and visited about once a week. So it was a strange and wonderful experience to accompany our daughter, son-in-law, and three of our five grandchildren to Kings Island yesterday.
We arrived just after noon, after Avery and Calleigh had their first dance classes of the season (and Avery's first ever) in West Chester. Our first stops included the grand carousel, Old Coney, and the Eiffel Tower.
We eventually made it to Planet Snoopy (which used to be "Hanna-Barbera Land") and the kids rode ride after ride together.
What a blast it was watching Avery steer her first bumper car, around and around. And around.
Calleigh and Ryder took multiple rides on the smallest roller coaster.
We all had a blast, and stayed until the fireworks ended a little after 10 p.m. They wore us out. But it was worth every minute, and every lost brain cell from exhaustion.
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