My sister and I grew up with Fantasy Farm and LeSourdesville. What a pleasure those years brought to us. Just a short story: Our dad would take us there at least twice a year. The first thing we rode every time was the fun house. From there was wherever we wanted to go. Don't know how he kept up with us all that time. As a child you never think of that but once you hit adulthood you look back and wonder in amazement!!! The scrambler was always the last ride we rode on and after that we had to get the powdered waffles towards the exit. There are so many stories I could tell but not enough room. That place will always be in my heart and in my memories!

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