Growing up in Thanet, Dreamland was something of an institution. When the summer holidays rolled around we would forget about school and spend our days either on the beach or in the arcades, and save our pocket money to go to Dreamland. Someone's birthday? Dreamland. Bank holiday? Dreamland. Some days we could afford wristbands and we'd go on every ride at least twice, other days we'd grab a few tokens and just experience the Scenic Railway, screaming as we went round for the hundredth time that month.
Since Dreamland's grand reopening last year I've been hesitant to go. I know that probably sounds bad, but it is not necessarily for the reason you might think. I was overjoyed to hear that Dreamland was being resurrected and have been in full support of it the entire time. I was saddened when Sands Heritage Ltd went into administration, and my column a month ago addressing that issue was not in any way a criticism of Dreamland itself. My reason for not attending the park thus far has been, to be honest, a fear that it will not live up to my childhood memories.
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