Sunday, August 21, 2011

Memory Lane


Nothing can take you back quite like a visit to a small hometown fair.

The Republic Fall Festival was this weekend, and I somehow convinced the mister that we needed to go.  I think throwing in "it's for the kids" really worked (meaning: for his little nephews). But really, I just wanted to go.

This fair was a childhood staple.  A must every August before school started. 

While looking around Friday night, I realized some of the exact same rides were there from way back when.  In fact, I'm pretty sure this ride hadn't even gotten a new coat of paint since the last time I rode it....


And even though it wasn't quite as magical as it was as a preteen, I got to enjoy it through a three year old's eyes.  A fearless three year old, who was shrieking with delight while our legs dangled many, many feet above the ground...


So while we were suspended at the top of the Paratrooper, I took a minute.  The view wasn't too bad....












It made me smile.  And it made me a little wistful for the deathtrap of a ride, The Zipper, which was nowhere in sight. 

Probably for good reason.



3 comments:

  1. Fall festival? Does Republic not realize it's August and 95 degrees? And your probably right, it's good the Zipper wasn't there.

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  2. Oh how I love the Fall Festival! I will win a Bingo game there if it takes my entire life to do so.

    I once lost my cell phone (original Nokia) and all my coins in the Zipper. Thankfully the phone just bounced around until I could finally grab hold of it...the coins were never found again.

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  3. Oh I had to laugh when I drove by the festival this weekend! And then I laughed again when I was in Crane for work today and saw all the signs for the Crane Broiler Festival...seriously, why did they ever think the Zipper was a safe ride?!?

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