Coney Island

I loved going to Coney Island despite the dirtiness and the sticky asphalt caused by spilled soda, discarded bubblegum and melted cotton candy. I heard, but never had, frog legs from Nathan's and was told they taste just like chicken. My favorite ride had to be the Cyclone and years later, the shakiness of the structure was enough to give me butterflies in my stomach-- not the ride itself. Coney Island was the two-headed baby in the glass jar and Keith--a buttery brown brother who, at 8, was my King and I, his Queen.