Crashing the Turnstile at Knott’s Berry Farm
How I Learned to Push Through Life's Limits
Many of my middle-school memories feature my cousin Efrem scooping my brother Adam and me up in his ride and taking us to Knott’s Berry Farm in Buena Park. Those were the best summers of my life. My mother had held my hand during the Camp Snoopy days when I was too short for many rides, so my trip con mi primo Efrem signified transition, a rite of passage.
With him, I bolted to Montezooma’s Revenge, a graduate-level ride. I was fortunate enough to be taller than the red line …