They say you can’t go home again, but they clearly haven’t been to Frontier City, have they?
Like a legacy sequel long past its due date, I found myself back at the hometown theme park of my youth: the Old West-themed Frontier City. It had been 25 years since my last visit, but there I stood, facing that rustic monument to teenage adventure.
Growing up in Oklahoma City, entertainment options were about as thrilling as a dried-up creek bed. We had the mall, church, and, if you were feeling particularly rebellious, some mild afterschool fondling, dry humping, and heavy petting in the shadowy corners of suburbia. But every so often, a shining beacon of excitement would break through the monotony, calling all hormone-fueled teens to the Rhythm Pit at Frontier City.