I remember bolting straight for Pirates of the Caribbean and feeling scared when I got to the front of the line and had to say, “Just one.” But 20 seconds of awkwardness soon was replaced by having my own row on the boat, and the opportunity to simply get lost in my thoughts amid the life-size dioramas of drunken marauders. Since I had the chance to get to the parks only once or twice a year at that time, I opted to stick it out. By midafternoon, my companions had decided to bail. But once it started raining, it didn’t stop.
About 15 years ago - long before I could afford an annual pass - I visited the park with friends on a day when rain was in the forecast.