Leon and I spend the day at Busch Gardens yesterday with my brother and his girlfriend (and our friend). We had not been in ten or eleven years. It had changed, but so much the same. But, no matter, we had a great day. I forced myself to go up in those wobbly buckets — though I think two people sharing it with me wished I had not gone… I don’t see it as fun.
Leon still has not outgrown the roller coasters and road this one, a partial photo below. He came out smiling, but faked being sick for my brother’s movie camera. At least he had the sense not to do the sound effects, too… once an actor, always an actor.
Fun or Terror, Divided
There were quiet moments as well in the aviaries. My brother was apparently a good observation post.
The observer observed
The very first time I was on a rollercoast was Busch Gardens in Williamsburg, VA. That was a great night in my life. So even though I’m sure (pretty sure?) you’re talking about the one in FL, you still brought good memories and a smile to my face tonight