I Remember: The Amusement Park

The times they are a-changin’.

This post seems to be older than 18 years—a long time on the internet. It might be outdated.

I remember that I was around 4 or 5 years old (I think) and I was at an amusement park with my friend Eric Boyd and his dad, Tom. And we were going to meet up with my dad, but we couldn’t find him. So we paged him. I was upset.