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Oct. 4, 2009
The Carnival
| Every first weekend in October is carnival time in Stanley. Ever since we started having children I have wanted to take them to a carnival, but budgets are tight and so we never went until this year. Just the weekend before the carnival had been in Denver where Todd teaches and where we spend most of our time but Denver Days is way overpriced. Ten dollars just to park and then $20 to ride the rides...that adds up to $100 for our family at our small town carnival. Nope I am too tight for that. However, our little Stanley carnival fit the budget. When my kids saw that it was in town, I knew we had to visit. We immediately by passed all the vendors and went straight to the rides. The kids picked out two rides they wanted to ride on and off we went. The first ride was the giant Ferris Wheel. It was so much fun and a great way to see our little town from a different perspective. The second ride was the kind that you stand up against the wall, it spins real fast, and your body is plastered against the wall. I have no clue what the name of it is but you know what I am talking about. If you were to ask Bryce what it was he would tell you that it was the ride that almost killed him. It seems that as the ride began to spin, Bryce felt like he was being suffocated, he then began to panic, which compounded the problem. Brian who was next to him and fearing for his brother's life, had Bryce turn his head to the side and then Brian placed his hand on Bryce's cheek to create a wind block and tried to help Bryce breathe better all the while the ride is spinning. When it finally came to a stop, my poor panicked boys screamed and begged the attendant to let them off but he seemed not to care. It was utterly terrifying for my two young boys. I doubt they will ever go on it again. On a positive note, the attendant would not take their tickets so they decided that they could at least go on another ride and chose the spinning/flying teacups. Foolishly, I joined them. Did I mention I was a fool? I tried that thing were you stare at one spot so as not to get sick. Well, I didn't work! I stared at Bonnie but it wasn't long and I felt lunch trying to work its way back up. Not wanting to upchuck all over the place, I laid my head down and realized that Bryce was already on the floor of the cup. At one point as the ride was slowing down I heard the attendant ask if I was alright. I think I mumbled a "Fine" but I can't remember. Like a drunken sailor I climbed out of our still teetering tea cup and staggered home. Brian was still looking for more rides to go on but fortunately for the rest of us it was time for the carnival to pack up and go home. I had to almost drag Bryce to the van and by God's grace we made it home where three of the four of us found spots to lay down and crash until the world stopped spinning. I think I cured us all (except Brian) of visiting the carnival ever again. |
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