This is one of those quarter games that I don't remember how to play and never took much interest in. I was more interested in the water-gun racing games. Now, though, I find the array of prizes fascinating, especially the mixture of Christian and soccer paraphernalia. There's a lot to look at in this picture and the reflection in the glass makes it even more necessary to look closely. The little praying girl kneeling before a shot glass is a little disturbing, though.
This is a car from the Bear Affair ride. Apparently it's fun to pretend you're in the belly of a bear while you ride around in circles. Poor children. This isn't a great picture, but I promised yesterday I'd include the strange bears, I only took two, and the other, though better composed, was all blown out, so here he is in all his purple overall glory:
I'm getting through the better of my carnival pictures, so I'll be moving on soon. I think I can get one more post out of them and then it'll be on to something else. Wouldn't want you all to get bored.
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Poor Ally's funny bone.
When I was 11 or so and at the Traverse City Cherry Festival, I thought it was a good idea to ride the Zipper with stiff neck (you know, the thing where you can't move your neck very well without excruciating pain reverberating all the way down your spine). I howled with pain and cried the whole time. When the ride stopped, I came tumbling out of the cage with snot and tears and trauma all everywhere. My dad was so freaked out that we went to the emergency clinic and they game me all sorts of muscle relaxers. Good times.
Not such a good idea, after all. I think many people have some sort of injury related carnival ride story. Just the nature of the beast.
They had a Zipper there, too, but it was positioned wrong for me to get any decent photo. It would have been all silhouette. I think it's in the background of the Tilt-a-whirl picture, actually.
holy cra-zap! I think you just explained to me why I vomit off the sides of merry-go-rounds and hate spiny rides so hard.
I don't know Ally. I seem to remember you always hated the merry-go-round. Come to think of it, I don't know how I got you on the Tilt-a-Whirl to begin with. What a mean friend I am. (In my defense, I think Hilary was there, too, and she probably helped - or didn't help in your case.)
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