So we took the kids to the Fair last night. I think the best part was watching Alex and Faith run around figuring out what ride they wanted to go on next, and which games they wanted to play. We all shared Funnel Cakes and just had a really good family time together.
But I fear I am getting old. There was a time when there was nothing in the world I’d rather do than hang out at the carnival. I would look forward to it all week, and spend every spare moment and penny there. I rode all the rides, multiple times, and could walk around for hours in 5" heels. (My feet were killing me when I got home last night, and I was wearing tennis shoes!) Back then, I had no fear. Now, all I could think of was making sure Faith didn’t get too far away from me, so I could protect her from any potential danger. Alex was a perfect gentleman, escorting her on and off of the rides and making sure she was safely returned to us after each ride. Maybe I’ve watched too many episodes of CSI, but the world doesn’t seem as safe a place to me as it did 25 years ago. Yeah, it’s a bad combination of CSI and old age.
Fortunately, my fears don’t seem to phase my daughter. She had a blast, and wanted to go back this morning to see the animals, but it was raining, so we had to ditch that plan. But, not to worry: she’s already planning our Fair Itinerary for next year!
One thing I still enjoy about carnivals, though, is watching all the people. There is always such an interesting variety, from every class and culture. I guess that’s one aspect that will never change! That and the fact that Gaylon hates carnivals. Ah, well, nothing is perfect!