Friday, July 21, 2017

I survived Action Park

If you grew up in New Jersey in the 80s (like me!), you probably cheated death at Action Park.  Even to a primitive teenage brain with the attendant sense of invulnerability, you had to know this place was a bad idea.  Every ride was a dance with danger but at least you knew your safety was in the hands of (likely) stoned teenagers who were being paid minimum wage.

One time, my cousin and I couldn't figure out how to get to Motor World so we just crossed the highway and then jumped a fence.  Not a single person tried to stop us and, somehow, we made it down to the go-karts.

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