We started talking about Magic Harbor in South Myrtle Beach, where we had great times in the 80s. It closed many years ago, so I did some Google research and found it on a site dedicated to defunct amusement parks. In the process, I think I've uncovered the source of many nightmares -- if not from the history of the park, at least from the photo used on the promotional literature.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Magic Harbor of my youth.
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Are log rides and the Slinger decidedly British (I just said those last two words with a decidedly British accent, and yet fear Steve would say, "Needs a bit of work, dear)? If this is the case, then the new defunct Riverview Amusement Park of my youth was quite British, too!
The whole concept of fun is (with a tip of the hat to DiffGirl) is decidedly unBritish. We sit politely with the Vicar at the coffee table, drinking tea and eating cucumber sandwiches with the crust cut off. We go to the beach, and sit on deckchairs on pebbly sand wearing formal clothes, watching the grey clouds roll in. I long to go to a British amusement park. At least the chocolate would be good there.
Valid points, both. But how many people died at your parks? Shallotte for the win!
I'd like to put a plug in for your Mom's annual trips to the Azalea festival with 100 kids in the wagon. Picnic lunch with Aunt Jo and all.
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