There aren't too many things I love more than that initial plunge over the top of a 218 ft. metal structure. Six Flags definitely holds a special place in my heart. This weekend the fam headed down to Dallas and had a great weekend acting like children.
As much as I love the rides themselves, I have to say that my favorite part of the whole trip was listening to my mother make a noise somewhere in between a 7 year old girl being chased down the street and a billy goat having its throat slit. Priceless.
I. Love. Family. Time...and Roller coasters.