Harris Hill Putt Putt: Some Things Never Get Old
Thinking back to my childhood, I believe the first time I ever went to Harris Hill was for the birthday party of the first friend I ever made at school. I think we were maybe 8 or 9 years old. I remember other kids being astonished that I’d never been there before, had never played putt putt, or gone on the rides. I have a hazy memory of being intimidated by how natural other kids were on the putt putt course or how good they were at playing arcade games.
I must admit that, as a small kid, I was extremely shy, especially in larger groups of kids. For any of you who know me now, it may come as a bit of a surprise, since I regularly find myself in the center of things and comfortably so. I assure you, however, that my extroversion has been cultivated over the years–as has my love for Harris Hill and especially its putt putt course.
No, there are no glow-in-the-dark sharks to pop out at you, no animatronic pirates, no spin-the-wheel for special rules. To some, the putt putt course might be too plain. To me, it’s perfect. No matter how many times those barn doors close me out of a shot, no matter the tiny pine tree poops that thwart a straight putt, no matter the vain attempts at nailing the hole-in-one at the last hole–I love that par 2 course with its green astroturf, its salmon-pink-brown trim, and its loopdeloop.
The rest of the amusements at Harris Hill are also not exactly Six Flags, but they offer pure and simple entertainment from a spacephone-free bygone era. I’m happy to report that going around in circles in kid-sized metal planes with buzzer guns is still pretty darn fun for the wee-ones. I will admit that I finally learned that the trick to Skeeball is all in banking the shot at the right spot. Lastly, I can brag that, only last Tuesday, 12 tickets got me a tiny brass and plastic blue star ring, which fits on my pinky just beautifully.
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