_ Yesterday we went to Holiday Park, the place Mom used to work 25 years ago, in 1987, as a proffessional water-skier! We arrived, and I discovered that it was just like Canada's Wonderland or Disneyland with roller-coasters and face-painting and shows and people dressed in lumpy, fuzzy costumes that look ridiculous.
First we started with the Free Fall, which is similar to the Drop Zone in Canadas Wonderland or the Hellevator in the P.N.E., except that I wasn't allowed on the Drop Zone because somebody got their leg cut off on it. Anyways, that was my first ride like that.
Next we went to the . . .
_I sometimes like to write about this moment, this PRESENT moment, and carry around a notebook to jot things down (or forget to and do so afterwards). I also like to draw, but that can't really be put into a blog. Here are the entries copied from the notebook, in order;
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We walked around for an hour in the pedestrian zone (here they all them footgenger zones). I wish Vancouver had pedestrian zones, they are just SO nice to walk around in!
There was, of course, a musician, who played with both hands: one playing the trumpet and the other the accordian! I dropped a euro in and was surprised that he had hardly any coins in his open case, considering how well he played.
Mom and I were looking for clothes in a store for Mom. She bought two shirts, one blue and white, and the other black and stretchy like the on that got bleach spots on it (by accident). She looks really nice in both.
Birch and Dad were eating . . .