Carnival Ride

The Carnival’s in Town! Magic’s in the air. You can’t wait to ride the Ferris wheel! You hope that it stops while you’re on top--so that you can pretend to be scared. You move a little closer to your date. This photo is for sale at
my etsy shop.

I was in Macon Georgia when I took this photo at a spring fair. I have lots of great summer memories at fairs or amusement as a child. Every time I visit a fair or a carnival all those memories come rushing back.

When I was in college, my best friend, Addison, her sister Hilary and I, went to a county fair in Tennessee. We had a great time eating cotton candy, riding the rides, and playing carnival games—I don’t think we won anything. Since, I’m afraid of heights, I didn’t ride the ferris wheel. Addy’s sister got sick from riding the tilta whirl and we had to go home. Poor Hilary got sick everywhere we went!

Every summer, my parents took my brother, sister, and myself to Lake Winneoesakah in Chattanoogna, Tennessee. There aren’t many old fashioned amusement parks like Lake Winnie left. Remember how you felt when you weren’t quite old enough to ride the big child rides, but were too big to ride the kiddie rides? There were lots of laughs and a few tears as each of us grew too big for the kiddie rides. I have this one memory of my brother and I having the time of our lifes riding the pirate ride over and over again. Even as adults, my parents took us, wifes, husbands, and grand kids to Lake Winnie in the summer. Here’s a photo of my niece and nephew (as youngsters) on one of the rides.

I hope this photo and story help you find your own carnival ride memories. Do you have great carnival or amusement park memories? Please share them—I’d love to read your comments.