Lucas and Mason had been dreaming about Adventure World for two years. Two years of watching friends post photos, two years of listening to classmates talk about rides and fireworks while my boys sat quietly in their wheelchairs, pretending it didn’t bother them. I’d saved every spare dollar—skipping coffee, selling old clothes, couponing everything—because I wanted them to have one perfect day. When I finally bought the tickets, arranged the accessible transport, and circled Saturday, October 14th on the calendar, they started counting down like it was Christmas.
