Growing up I was lucky there were multiple locations to go on rides. In the summer's my father would often take me to Kiddyland, or whatever the place on Pico was called, on his half days. Once Pacific Ocean Park opened it wasn't too long before I didn't need a parent to take me there. I remembered my mother liked to go & it was she that gently convinced me not to go on the big roller coaster with my older brother & sister. It is interesting I never even thought about going on it until the day Keith saved me from flying out of it. My last few times there were with Keith and friends, the last time before it closed with only Keith.
