Water Parks

For those of us with at least four decades of life experience, the concept of the water park is still quite exciting. The first water park in my home town was built in the late 70’s, and it was this huge plexiglass affair that would beat you to death as you rode down it. There were these seams every 10 feet or so, and if you didn’t keep your mat underneath you, you were the mayor of bruise city in a few hours.

I took my family out to one of the local water parks this weekend, and we had a great time. We were all very tired and a little sunburned at the end of the day, but it was a lot of fun. My daughter and I went on this one slide that was a long dark straight tube that shoots you out like a torpedo. It felt like jumping off a waterfall and then you come skidding to a splashy halt with a few gallons of water shooting up your nose. It was great fun.

Head out to your local water park if you get the chance. Take a cooler of water and soda if they will let you. The prices at the water park concession stands are usually outrageous. Make sure you have sunscreen and a few band-aids. I imagine the bruises will heal before the memories fade.