Well, truth be told, we probably knew ye a little too well. Your midway games were staffed by wretchedly bored individuals who always seemed to be dying for a smoke, and your laser-tag maze smelled like old feet. I did, however, really like your roller coaster, even if riding it wasn't the safest thing in the world. Soon enough, you'll be nothing but a distant memory, replaced by something that certain Seattleites consider even tackier than a third-rate miniature amusement park: Chihuly art. Though it'll probably be better for our collective mental health to mock the art instead of walking through the Fun Forest and sighing about the utter lack of fun to be found there.
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