Welcome to Our Glorious, Marvelous, Surprisingly Ordinary, Very Gay Days.
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.