This is the last year that I’m paying $5.00 for three darts to throw at balloons in order to get a little stuffed frog. OR $7.00 to scoop four rubber duckies out of a tub of water in order to get a stuffed snake and polar bear. AND it’s the last time I pay $12.00 to go on rickety, dusty, broken down boring rides.
I’m sure you’ve guessed it by now. It’s carnival season!
Last night I took the kids to my home town carnival. Was the carnival always this bad?? I wonder if it’s gotten worse or if I’m just seeing it through adult eyes. Games that used to seem like so much fun (I find) are just stupid now. The carnies seem scummier looking and more bored with their jobs than ever before. And I know at these things that I’m going to get ripped off a bit, but I detest feeling totally ripped off. $9.00 for two measly bags of cotton candy!!
I could tell that even the kids were disappointed in the fair. But, I’ll bet they’ll want to go next year. I won’t be paying, though. They’re earning their own money for extra things they want now, and I think the carnival fits perfectly in that category. When they see what 5 bucks gets you at a carnival, I have a feeling they’ll only be paying once, too.
I thought of Peter, actually, as I was walking through the carnival last night. I am NOT a poet, but I felt a poem coming on. Or at least, the subject of a poem. Something about the disillusionment of the carnival. How as a kid, the lights, sounds, smells, and busy activity of a fair is mesmerizing and thrilling. Seeing it all through adult eyes, however, is oh so disappointing. See? I’m not a poet!
This morning we’re going to the parade. At least THAT’S free!