Family trip to Fantasy Island

When I was a kid, every year my parents would take me to Fantasy Island in Buffalo, NY. I think it was called Fantasy Island because we had to fantasize that the rides were good. That's me holding the gun towards the person in front of me. Look at my cousin Chris' pained face. He can't take it anymore. In fact, at this very moment he was looking back at me and saying, "Neil, please! If we spin around one more time and I have to see those two women in the pink again, I think I'm going to die!"