Monday, July 06, 2015
Carnivals. There's a way you experience them as a kid and a way you experience them as an adult. And they are they are two very different things.
For our kids, our annual trip to Taylorsville Dayzz means sno-cones, a bunch of spinning rides, and pretty much the best day of the summer.
For Traci and I, it means spending more money than you want to, an oppressively hot June night, and way too many spinning rides. (During the never-ending spinning of the Sizzler, I couldn't help but wonder if I was getting a glimpse into purgatory.)
But there was one thing that the kids and grownups could agree on. At the end of the night, after enduring all the heat and the dizziness, we all enjoyed pretty much the best basket of fresh-cut french fries you could ask for.
Wish I was eating some more right now. Can't wait for next year's carnival!