Geauga Lake closed in 2007 but I had gone there when I was still quite little, like, in the 80’s little, and had gotten to be the first batch of humans that got to experience their new amusement park feature, called ‘The Wave’. Aptly named, it was basically a humongous pool and every 15 minutes or so an automated, machine generated wave would convalesce its way through the pool. But there was sure to be one. The Big One. That WAVE that would knock you on your ass and if you didn’t want to get caught in that particular wave, you needed to get your ass outta of the pool stat. I’m vaguely remembering the aura of fear, alarms even. Terrified over-weight moms in neon tutu swim dresses, with fully made-up faces struggling to climb up out of the pool in time. Just in the nick of time to get out of that wave’s way. But there I was. In the shallow end of the pool. Of ‘The Wave’ and I remember that like the instant was more ...
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