“Do you believe in Deja vu?” – Didn’t you just ask me that?” This is one of my favorite exchanges from my favorite movie: Groundhog day.
I experienced deja vu with a slight twist last night.
My 12 year old son and I went to Magic Mountain (here in SoCal) for a private party (my university rents the park one night each year for current students, alumni, friends, and etc. to mix). One of the good things about going each year is that it is cheap (our tickets were $25) and the lines are short – really short – as in non-existant (attendance is about a quarter of a normal operating day). We not only did not wait in line, but following several rides we were asked if we wanted to ride again.
About two hours into the evening, while driving the bumper cars, I was overwhelmed with this sense of deja vu – with a twist.
(As background) On my 13th birthday, my dad took me to Magic Mountain (about a month after it opened). There were few rides and (it seemed) fewer people, so on several rides we were asked if we wanted to ride again. The bumper cars were our favorite ride of the day.
(Back to last night) It hit me while I was chasing my son around in the bumper cars (same location since opening day) as I saw him glance back at me with an absolute look of joy on his face… and I saw me – more than 35 years before as my dad chased me around in the same bumper cars, laughing like mad.
How great is that?
Bumper Cars at Magic Mountain
Another Favorite Ride of My Dad, My Son, and Me.
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