Every summer my mother and I take my two boys (age 11 and 14) to Santa Cruz for a week. My parents brought me when I was a girl and my mother’s parents brought her. I feel like a little kid every time I go to Santa Cruz, as I relive my childhood years through my children. I tell my boys about the year when I was eight years old I almost drowned but a teenage boy saved my life. I remember all the shells I collected, the rides I went on, the sandcastles I made. Thank you for providing many years of happiness for our entire family.
Voted the World’s Best Seaside Park
