My earliest recollection of the Boardwalk is the wooden slide, the Merry-go-Round and the recording booth. On a cold rainy morning in 1968, my mother and I recorded “Rain Drops keep Falling on my Head.” As I grew older we traveled to the Boardwalk from Los Altos on many weekends. I returned many times in my twenties. I also brought my son there in the 90s hoping that he would continue the tradition. Now in my forties and living in New Mexico, I dream of returning to the Boardwalk. I am so glad that the park is still operating. I hope that my grandchildren might see the 200th anniversary.