I grew up only a few hours’ drive from Disney World. I never really appreciated my proximity to “the happiest place on earth” until I moved here. The mantra “everything’s bigger in Texas” proved to be only mostly true, as there are a few things that are bigger – and might I say – better in Florida: cockroaches, grasshoppers, and theme parks.
But Six Flags is a whole lot cheaper and easier to get to on a regular basis, so we strive to have more fun with more flags.
This is our second year to purchase season passes; we discovered last year that with a couple of trips during the summer, plus at least one visit during either Fright Fest or Holiday in the Park our passes more than paid for themselves. This is the first year, however, that I have braved taking our kids solo. The kids and I took a day during spring break to go and purchase our new passes, and it seemed like a perfect way to kick off our summer. We had no idea how perfect until we showed up and found the park to be nearly empty.
With no crowds to fight, and beautiful early-summer weather, we enjoyed photo ops with some brand-new characters this time:
We also enjoyed the opportunity to ride rides several times in a row. First Trey took his turn at driving. He acted like a pro, calm, cool, and collected, as if he’s been driving for years.
Crisana finally had the chance to try her hand behind the wheel. She behaved like your typical woman driver: hunched forward, moving slowly, weaving back and forth along the rails. Don’t worry, we’ll keep her off the streets for awhile yet.
And in a moment of pure exhilaration, terror, and excitement, I had the opportunity to experience an attraction for the VERY FIRST TIME. Yes, in all my years of visiting Six Flags, I have never once been able to go up to the top of the oil derrick. I had to get a picture of the glorious moment.
And of course, we couldn’t miss an opportunity to just be freaky.
