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Monday, July 27, 2009
Favorite Carnival Rides
My favorite carnival rides:
The Tilt-A-Whirl
The Octopus
The Scrambler
I think I was a teenager the last time I rode any of these rides, but they brought me so much joy and excitement as a child I still get excited when I see one today!
I was always a chicken about those rides - even as a kid. Nobody every called me daredevil, except in jest.
But I LOVED the scrambler and felt ever so brave riding it; it was so thrilling to almost run into the other cars and the first time was always the best.
I also rode the tilt-a-while, although I could get a bit naseous on it.
As for the octopus - I rode it once (with Bev), began yelling and crying for the guy to stop the ride and let me off and he eventually did; it seemed it took him forever, but I am sure the other riders were quite annoyed with me.
But my favorite ride was always the "up-and-down horses" - that's what I always called the carousel. I would pick the most beautiful horse on the ride and then run to it, sometimes having to settle for the second most beautiful horse, but that was OK.
I was glad to see my granddaughter enjoying that ride. She's 18 months old and is fearless, so I am betting the charm of the up-and-down horses will wear off long before they did me, but I hope not. I'll have to tutor her on their magic.
I was always a chicken about those rides - even as a kid. Nobody every called me daredevil, except in jest.
ReplyDeleteBut I LOVED the scrambler and felt ever so brave riding it; it was so thrilling to almost run into the other cars and the first time was always the best.
I also rode the tilt-a-while, although I could get a bit naseous on it.
As for the octopus - I rode it once (with Bev), began yelling and crying for the guy to stop the ride and let me off and he eventually did; it seemed it took him forever, but I am sure the other riders were quite annoyed with me.
But my favorite ride was always the "up-and-down horses" - that's what I always called the carousel. I would pick the most beautiful horse on the ride and then run to it, sometimes having to settle for the second most beautiful horse, but that was OK.
I was glad to see my granddaughter enjoying that ride. She's 18 months old and is fearless, so I am betting the charm of the up-and-down horses will wear off long before they did me, but I hope not. I'll have to tutor her on their magic.