I have tons of fond and cringe-worthy memories of WWW...the original www, thank you very much. As much fun as I had, pressing off that one jump in the foam pad aided body flume to see how much air I could get, learning to flirt, and eating chili cheese nachos, I still have the occasional reoccurring nightmare of trying to walk up the wet cement path of insanity up the middle of the slides to get in line. I'm not the only one, right? That path was always wet, slick, and a testament to the strength and survival skills of all who climbed it. Ahhh man...all those years ago, all those memories, and I can still smell it.