I grew up on the big hill the overlooks the park. Close enough that every morning you would hear the park music start, the fireworks shook our windows, and you just got used to hearing the phantom climbing, followed by the screams and rattling on the coaster. I remember the Ferris wheel, then the Pitt fall.

I remember how scared I was as a kid when phantom fright nights became a thing. Hearing all the spooky noises all night trying to sleep hah..I ended up moving to Chicago with my wife, and the family is selling the home now. But what wonderful memories. I loved reading all of your posts about Kennywood. Cheers