Count Down till aging on the 24th pt.4 of ?

 Hello All,                                                                                                                                                      Hey I want to say here and now like I said just yesterday, when I was posting my first one of these set of youthful messages in the forum of reflecting memories of when I was a tykesiter was originally supposed to be for last year when I Matt was aging to a half century marathon which is of course when one turns the BIG FIVE OH. Still I am going to make my best effort to post as many of my old memories that I am capable of well recalling is all and with that being said let's continue onwards....                                                      All that I really have to say for the most part of growing up I and my family of my mom, and my brother Michael and my sister Kylie really had mostly two home states that we resided in expect for that my brother and I were birthed in North Carolina in the city of High Point... my sister Kylie was born here in Richland,  Washington. Any way the other state we grew up when we were very young was my mother's home state of Georgia... 

Each time of when we flew into Atlanta from nineteen seventy nine till nineteen eighty four, when we left from the airport instead of heading straight for my grandparents home in Macon, Georgia they took us to the theme park in Atlanta of Six Flags and we would spend at least a couple of hours there. We would expense all of our having to stay in our seats during the cross country airplane flights we took to get there to Georgia. Our trips were always in the summer time of the year after all three of us children had finished our given school year and we were there for a two week period of time. 
   While at Six Flags we would ride our favorite rides and eat lunch or a snack of some sort like an ice cream cone. Then we would head as I said to their house and it turned out that the distance from their house to Atlanta is about if I am recalling it right about a two an a half hour drive to Twenty first street.... I remember for me of the two Sundays that I was visiting I would go to church with my grand dad and his sisters and learn why Jesus and God matter and even though now all of them have joined each other in heaven the one gift that I am always thankful for is getting  to know who Jesus is not only through the church but with my actual family as well.