

As the train would come to the station, we would jump over the tracks in front of the train. The train would be coming toward you very fast. The person who was closer would win. Crazy huh?
Anyway, I can't do that stuff anymore...must be motherhood. Going back to the scary rides...I screamed the whole time. I wish I had a picture of Isabella's face, actually a movie would be even better. She was so excited going up the hill, raising her hands and laughing...the second we went over the hill...that all stopped. She was holding on to my arm for dear life. Her face was pale white and I thought she was going to throw up or faint or both at the same time. I don't know what it is...but I is crazy. Why do we do that to ourselves? I just don't get it. Why are we always searching for more?
Here are some photos of Dylan and Isabella as they play and wait for rides.



