Janie, hand in hand with Chloe.
In my memory, I can’t see their faces because they’re walking away, but I know they’re happy.
It’s early June, the morning air fresh with last night’s rain and the miles of fresh farmland in every direction.
My girls are so excited they start to skip down the midway.
Once a year, always in June.
Adventureland was a family-run concern open from May to September, virtually unchanged from when I was a girl.
That’s why I loved it.
We had, what, fifteen summers?
And every year they grew older, they grew away from me.