Me with my Dad
Me with my Mother looking at goats.
Me with my Dad looking as sea lions or seals.
Here I am petting a... goat. What's the deal with goats at Six Flags in 1962?
Obviously, Six Flags managed some kind of volume discount on goats.
During this trip we were on three rides that broke down.
Here we're leaving the tunnel on the Fiesta Train after breing stuck next to the singing monsters for waaay too long (I can still remember the song: "The walls are tumbling...").
Seven years after my first visit and I'm still petting the damn sheep!
(excuse me, the horned sheep).