Many of these stray threads will be random impressions I carry from memories. It’s truly curious the things we retain.
As a young child, I remember going to Six Flags over Georgia just once. It was on a side trip from seeing my Grandmother and Grandfather on my Dad’s side in Ashland, AL. I had to less than 10 years old at the time. Once there, most of the park and experience is fuzzy at best. However, there are three totally disconnect moments I remember distinctly. One was seeing Stone Mountain from a tour train. They had the the whole cowboys board the train for an action-packed shot-out. The second was seeing who I believe was the actual Starland Vocal Band perform as we were passing by some section of the park. We had come up on them as “Afternoon Delight” was being played. The third, surprisingly, produced my greatest wonder of the entire trip. Back at the hotel – a very rare occurrence for us – as we settled in for the night, I recall looking outside with the dim light of dusk still having in the air – not yet having darkness pull the covers of the day yet – only to realize that it was almost 9:00 in the evening. I was amazed and thought this place must be enchanted.
