DON’T STOP BELIEVIN’!

Back in the early nineties, when I was newly married, we went on a road trip with my in laws to Six Flags, a roller coaster park in New Jersey. Reflecting on this makes me chuckle because the thought of doing this these days is polar opposite, but in my late twenties, this sort of experience was part of, well, the late twenties I suppose.

The trip was really fun, from watching my mother in law go on a roller coaster, yelling and laughing so hard she almost peed her pants to riding endlessly on the old fashioned and the shiny brand new modernized roller coasters. What I remember most is…