“round and around just like a top”
It was her idea, and she drove, and we both paid, but apparently i took Jamie to the fair. I think because she was so excited about it, and i was the only person who would go with her.
It was a lot more fun than i expected. I mean, i wasn’t opposed to the idea. But fried food (this year they have one-upped the fried coke with chocolate-dipped bacon) crowds and carnival rides all kind of scare me, so it didn’t seem like the best way to spend my time and money. I was lured by the prospect of big carnival swings. I have memories of them being the most fun ever. Of course, i was concerned that this was either hyperbole, or that i had gotten to be a big wimp in my old age, and would find them scary, too.
I was bullied* onto a few rides: i’m still scared of ferris wheels, and, actually, of anything that goes up and down. Slides rock my socks. And the big carnival swings are still the most fun ever. Omigod. Like, make me bounce up and down like a four year old fun. Like, face hurts from grinning fun.
The carnival games were also fun. Not that we played any of them. I just got a kick out of pointing out the most hideously ridiculous prizes and asking Jamie if she would win them for me.
* “But ferris wheels are scary. What if i hit my head on the sky?”
“Oh, honey. It’ll be okay. Come on!”
“Honky Tonk Marry Go Round” – Patsy Cline