Well, I went to King's Island alot, I really don't remember much the early years except that my dad would fly us over from our home in North Central Indiana. He had his pilots liscence and we had a private airplane. We would land at a small airport next to King's Island. I don't even know if it is still there. And the guy who ran the airport would drive us over to the park, or something like that.
ANYWAY
The first time i really remember KI was in 1979. I was 9 years old. We rode the Flying Dutchman, the Barrell ride, The Enchanted Voyage, Kenton's Cove Keelboat Canal, the giant slide and all those great rides they use to have. About 3pm my older brother and my two cousins, my brothers wife and my mom headed over to Rivertown to check out a rumor we heard about some monster lurking about in the woods.
It was brand new. It was a world record breaker. It was FREAKIN HUGE...and it would be the first rollercoaster that would, in my life, begin an on going addiction or love affair with rollercoasters...however you want to look at it.
3 hours in line for a 4.5 minute excursion into terror (remember, i was only 9) and I loved it. From that moment on every coaster that I would ever ride would be compared to The Beast. Nothing, and I mean NOTHING can live up to the great wooded behemoth of King's Island.
I have been back to KI almost every year since. I have seen rides come and go. FLIGHT COMMANDER, SKYLAB, King Cobra, Screamin Demon.
The park is still my favorite place on earth. And now, I am taking my wife and 2year old son (we drive). My son loves it. Every time we reach that spot on I71 N where you can begin to see the Eifel Tower I still get a lump in my throat and butterflies in my stomach.
Thanks for all the memories King's Island both for then...and for now and for the memories that are created everytime we walk through the gates.
(sentimental crap I know, but darnit there just aint nothing that can compare to a persons favorite place on earth is there?)