There is something about a fair. Even a little one….there’s just…something.
The Tea Party happens once a year, and it was such a huge part of my childhood that when my parents discovered it was actually running during a day when our ship was calling at home – that we instantly had our plans for the day.
Yes it was cloudy (verging on raining) and yes the older I get the smaller and more rickety the rides appear…but I still can’t think of many ways I would rather spend a day.
We only bought enough tickets for two rides (the ride prices have gone up over the years, $20 worth of tickets used to get you a lot more rides as I recall, but we got the two we wanted) – and I practically dragged Amras onto the Tilt-A-Whirl. I have countless memories of being so tiny that when my Dad leaned to make the car of the T-a-W spin I would fly right across the seat! I am a little bit bigger now, but I still don’t really have very much weight to throw around, so Amras did most of the work as we spun that car fast enough to pin us to the back of the carriage. What was funny about that was that we were the only ones putting any work in, everyone else was sitting in their cars looking unimpressed, while we were spinning around laughing uncontrollably.
AppleJack wants me to mention that she got dizzy….
There was cotton candy, and mini-donuts, and a surprisingly good band from one of the local high schools (not mine, so I should have hated them on principal, but they were much too talented to hate). And Amras won me a prize at the dart game! Which I am abnormally pleased about!
All in all, life still looks pretty good from the top of a Ferris Wheel…
Glad to hear that AppleJack didn’t have to much cotton candy before the rides.
Glad you both had so much fun. I have very fond memories of my time working the kiddie rides at the Royal Melbourne Show when I was a teenager.