The idea from this story came about because our state fair here in Texas started for a three week run. It started yesterday, and I may be going in a week or two. Hope you like this story! Enjoy! :D (Don't eat too much fair food or go on too many wild rides beforehand!)
There is nothing quite like the mouthwatering aromas of fresh food cooking at stands scattered throughout the fairgrounds, or the sight of fairgoers spinning crazily overhead on thrill-rides that are guaranteed to test the brevity of even the most seasoned thrillseeker.
Yes, it is state fair time here again in Tennessee, and Bill, Stephanie, Gemini, Johnny, Michael, Ronee', Barbara, Jodie, Anh Kim, and myself are right in the thick of it. We have come to the Tennessee State Fair for a day of fun, laughter, and family togetherness.
At the sight of the rides and at the sound of the frightened screams enamating from these contraptions, of course, the kids are attracted to the rides; they want to go on the rides (meaning Stephanie, Michael, Gemini, Barbara, Anh, and Ronee'). I tell the older kids not to take Ronee' or Gemini on any of the scary rides; I don't want to risk them falling out of the ride and possibly getting badly injured or even killed. The sight of some of those rides causes my own stomach to turn: they look more like midieval torture devices than fair rides; and the very thought of my kids on those rides makes me a bit nauseated.
I give the kids some money, and I tell them to be careful and to have fun, but to meet us at the lunch corral at noon; that gives them two hours to ride the rides before lunchtime. I also tell Ronee' to hang on tightly to her purse, as her medications are in there, and I don't want her losing any of it on the rides. I also tell her not to ride some of the big rides; and she gives me a look as if to say, "But ma, the kiddie rides are SOOO borrring!" before they go off to their riding adventures. The only two kids that stay behind are Johnny and Jodie, small victims of short circuits and lack of physical strength. Jodie is just content to be at the fair, but I can tell that little Johnny is disappointed at not being able to ride the rides.
While the kids are testing their youthful mettle on the rides, Bill, Johnny, Jodie, and myself go to the exhibit halls, where we are soon festooned with balloons and are given free stuff. Soon our arms are full, and the stuff is then loaded on the backs of Jodie's and Johnny's wheelchairs. The kids (Johnny and Jodie) are fascinated with some of the displays, and their disappointment at not being able to ride the rides is soon temporarily forgotten.
At noon, right on the dot, Gemini, Stephanie, Anh, Ronee', Barbara, and Michael come to the lunch corral, their young faces pink with excitement. They tell me of the rides they have ridden, and they are very hungry now. Ronee' even managed to go on some of the thrill-rides that flip upside down; but she told me that she hung on tight, and she loved the sensation of flipping head over heels over the midway. She said that she didn't lose her purse (or anything inside of it), and she said that she wanted to ride more rides after we ate. When I asked her what she had ridden, she raised her crutch and pointed at a ride. The sight of the ride caused my stomach to lurch. It was something called the "Booster". Michael was laughing as he recounted Ronee's attempt to walk upon exiting the ride; he said she fell three times trying to walk straight, but she could only go sideways, like a little crab, as she was dizzy from the ride. I just looked at Ronee' and Michael and rolled my eyes as I shook my head. Both Ronee' and Michael had silly grins plastered upon their faces as they talked about the ride.
For lunch, we had hotdogs, french fries, and Cokes; but we sat around for an hour or so so the kids' food could digest before we turned them loose on any of the rides. We didn't want a repeat performance of last year's fair disaster: Johnny had gone on a thrill-ride, and he got sick all over the ride, the people nearest to him, and all over himself. It was all over, and it was absolutely disgusting, to say the very least. (Barbara had talked him into riding this particular ride, and it proved to be too much for his delicate little stomach--plus it didn't help that he had three slices of cheese and pepperoni pizza beforehand!)
Karen my wife use to eat ice cream, hotdogs etc. then try to get on the the rides also. One year we rode on this swinging pendulum ship type ride. what happen afterwards was a terrible mess. good story. hugs G
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There is nothing quite like the mouthwatering aromas of fresh food cooking at stands scattered throughout the fairgrounds, or the sight of fairgoers spinning crazily overhead on thrill-rides that are guaranteed to test the brevity of even the most seasoned thrillseeker.
