Childhood amnesia left me with vague, disjointed memories of my youth. This series was born several years ago after I found negatives from the 1970s, in decomposed sleeves, in my attic. I have revived these early images and integrated them with the photographs I have taken over the years. The more recent images have offered me a bridge to the kinetic energy of Coney Island. In this fantasy world of the past, excitement and escape is guaranteed, just as it was when I was riding on the merry-‐go-‐round with my father trying to catch the brass ring.