I remember driving over Highway 17 with Mom, Dad, and family to get to the Boardwalk. We lived in Sunnyvale. I’ll never forget the smell of that place. I remember the first thing I saw was the Pirate Ship going back and forth. The screams from the Giant Dipper, and the soaking wet people getting off the Log Ride. I’m 38 eight now and live in Alabama. I would love to bring my teenagers there one day to experience what I did as a child. Those memories will stick with me the rest of my life. Thanks Santa Cruz!!!!!!!!