I remember going to the Boardwalk with my parents and sister at least once a year. One year we went with some friends and decided to ride the Wild Mouse. My friend’s grandfather decided to go with her, and I went with my Dad. We rode that ride over and over again, until my friend’s grandpa’s hat flew off his head… exposing his bald scalp. Needless to say, by the end of our trip, his bald head was very red! Except for the sunburn on his head… it was a GREAT time!
Now over 30 years later, I take my boys to Santa Cruz. They are making their own wonderful memories now… and we are having so much fun watching them happen. Thank you Santa Cruz.