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A thread where we can share stories that pertain to our upbringing in the Lower Mainland. Some stories may involve places or people that are still around or have evaporated into the ether.

I'll share one.

It was the mid 80s and I was 6 years old. My uncle drove his 81 El Camino from San Francisco to my parent's house in Coquitlam for a visit. He traveled with his son (my cousin).

He decided to take my brother, my cousin and I to Flintstones Bedrock City. He told us all to climb into the bed of his El Camino. It had a windowed canopy and a mattress. Because we were all so young and small, we climbed into the back with ease and enjoyed a hell of a trip from here to the Park playing lots of games and laughed like children do. We even saw some cops on the highway through the window but they didn't seem to notice or care.

I don't remember much at the park itself other than being on the row boats. I was a shit poor rower and dragged my paddle across the water and into the boat, soaking my uncle completely in water. He could only laugh.

The drive back was just as much fun as the drive there. Flintstones Park was definitely an attraction to admire as a child. By the time Dinotown took over, I was older and had moved on.

I was thinking of posting this thread a couple of weeks ago but didn't. By sheer coincidence, I found out yesterday that said Uncle is now in a care home and diagnosed with the initial stages of dementia. He remembered the 'splashing incident' for well over 25 years. Now, it's hard to say if he will again...

Anyway, does anyone want to share a story?