June 19, 2010
Carnival
The words “church picnic” or “school carnival” mean completely different things to M and I. To M, those words mean, “Hey! I get to strap myself into old, decrepit pieces of steel with flashing lights that are powered by old lawn mower motors and run by people with IQs of about 5! Sounds fantastic!” To me, those words mean, “Photo opp!” I learned long ago to be wary of the rides at a carnival, and have nurtured an irrational fear of Ferris Wheels since my aunt terrorized me and my cousin on one when we were in grade school.