Amused
I hadn't been to Busch Gardens Williamsburg since 1988, so it was clearly time for a return visit! I still remember, all too well, the harrowing experience of riding the Big Bad Wolf roller coaster. That beast plunged riders 99 feet toward the Rhine River at speeds of 40 mph, which sounds manageable until you're suspended in a harness, dangling over the track and hanging on for dear life. Once was enough for me. Nearly four decades later, I wasn't about to be fooled into reliving that particular adventure. Some memories are vivid enough without a sequel. As we made our way through the park, roller coaster after roller coaster came and went without me stepping into a single line. Instead, I happily sat with my son, held bags, and waited for the brave souls to return. Tim proved to be slightly more adventurous than I was, although he didn't exactly embrace every wild ride either. Perhaps we've both reached that stage of life where "older and wiser" transla...
