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altarflameI think about that quote all the time. I see examples of it all the time, too, which is an example of me seeing the world as I am ;)
Grant and I went to The Fair last night. It was the first time we'd been there in at least 4-5 years, which is more notable since we've also skipped the last 2-3 years at Santa's. There was a time when fair rides were MY LIFE. That time was approximately 8th-11th grade, but I still got really excited about rides as an adult, too, the years that they were not out due to pregnancies/newborn care, or too emotionally exhausting because of "fresh" PTSD.
We did ride some stuff - some fairly tame stuff, and just a few things, but it was cool. I sent my dad pics of us on the sky lift with a "Thinking of you" message, because when I was a kid my dad was terrified of the sky lift but got on it for us every time. Also, the first time I went to the fair with Grant, my Dad was there and was convinced Grant was a horrible kid because he'd been chucking coins off of it at people and when we got off, a cop was waiting for us at the bottom. I think we were 13. So, you know, 20 years ago.
I also sent my mom a "thinking of you" text from the top of the ferris wheel, which makes my mother turn green.
They didn't have a couple of my favorite rides. Probably because of terrible accidents/injuries involving them at this fair. <--I've ridden THAT RIDE probably over 100 times in my life, from childhood on. I mean the one that came apart, that was built in 1987.
It was strange to me how everything is set up EXACTLY the same as it always has been, and also how much smaller it all seems. The buildings, the hill, the rides sections, even the individual booths seem smaller. I haven't grown since I was 11, so it's not that. I honestly think my perspective is bigger, and my preferences are different, and rather than ~*~*limitless fun and excitement*~*~ I now see the fair as "...some good stuff." I recognized it all and knew where things would be, and still it's like...very gross food I used to think was sooo good. Somewhat annoying games section I used to think was part of the excitement. Vendors selling overpriced bs I used to find intriguing.
And then these parts that were almost invisible to me at another point in my life were lit up bright and drawing me in. I could have spent the whole night in areas I'd never even ventured into before.
"My Favorite Parts of The Fair Last Night"
-Show chickens! Really, I was very excited about this. I feel a little too accomplished being able to spot a wyandotte, orpington, australorp, and so forth from 10 feet away. Rows and rows of them to wander at our leisure. And while we were looking at the chickens, I actually exclaimed with a gasp,
-"They have a horticulture exhibit!"
-Finding a booth run by a really cool Native American guy with handmade things to bring back to our younger kids - like a bow and (rubber tipped) arrows for Elise, a really nice slingshot for Jake, and a dream catcher for Isaac. He was also just nice to talk to.
-We rocked Annie's world with a super dumb custom made hat - for reference, she goes around saying, "Fight Me" CONSTANTLY. It's kind of annoying and kind of funny. She's not really fighting people, it's like a catchphrase. She also finds obscure things online that indicate this is a thing for other people, too. So this was a hilarious hit and she's wearing it today on a field trip to Epcot.
Along with aviator sunglasses at 4:30 in the morning, when she had to leave. I guess. Anyway, we're in the middle of a list here...
-Last thing is actually the moments when I was dropping fast enough or spinning hard enough that I started laughing uncontrollably. Those times probably would have been better if I wasn't so tired all day yesterday, but I just hadn't slept (nearly) enough, the night before. Still joy. I really love those feelings. I think I actually forgot that I laugh uncontrollably when spun fast enough.
Without a doubt the worst part was the food. Barf. I felt like I should have eaten a salad and then had fruit with me there or something. I can get down with some junk food sometimes if it's done right, you know, but things like bland, watery "cheese" sauce and cool corn dogs that are too pink inside? NAH. Everything was super gross.
Overall I'm glad we went because we really wanted to, and now we know. Definitely gonna try to get some art and science projects of the kids' in there for next year.
Grant and I went to The Fair last night. It was the first time we'd been there in at least 4-5 years, which is more notable since we've also skipped the last 2-3 years at Santa's. There was a time when fair rides were MY LIFE. That time was approximately 8th-11th grade, but I still got really excited about rides as an adult, too, the years that they were not out due to pregnancies/newborn care, or too emotionally exhausting because of "fresh" PTSD.
We did ride some stuff - some fairly tame stuff, and just a few things, but it was cool. I sent my dad pics of us on the sky lift with a "Thinking of you" message, because when I was a kid my dad was terrified of the sky lift but got on it for us every time. Also, the first time I went to the fair with Grant, my Dad was there and was convinced Grant was a horrible kid because he'd been chucking coins off of it at people and when we got off, a cop was waiting for us at the bottom. I think we were 13. So, you know, 20 years ago.
I also sent my mom a "thinking of you" text from the top of the ferris wheel, which makes my mother turn green.
They didn't have a couple of my favorite rides. Probably because of terrible accidents/injuries involving them at this fair. <--I've ridden THAT RIDE probably over 100 times in my life, from childhood on. I mean the one that came apart, that was built in 1987.
It was strange to me how everything is set up EXACTLY the same as it always has been, and also how much smaller it all seems. The buildings, the hill, the rides sections, even the individual booths seem smaller. I haven't grown since I was 11, so it's not that. I honestly think my perspective is bigger, and my preferences are different, and rather than ~*~*limitless fun and excitement*~*~ I now see the fair as "...some good stuff." I recognized it all and knew where things would be, and still it's like...very gross food I used to think was sooo good. Somewhat annoying games section I used to think was part of the excitement. Vendors selling overpriced bs I used to find intriguing.
And then these parts that were almost invisible to me at another point in my life were lit up bright and drawing me in. I could have spent the whole night in areas I'd never even ventured into before.
"My Favorite Parts of The Fair Last Night"
-Show chickens! Really, I was very excited about this. I feel a little too accomplished being able to spot a wyandotte, orpington, australorp, and so forth from 10 feet away. Rows and rows of them to wander at our leisure. And while we were looking at the chickens, I actually exclaimed with a gasp,
-"They have a horticulture exhibit!"
-Finding a booth run by a really cool Native American guy with handmade things to bring back to our younger kids - like a bow and (rubber tipped) arrows for Elise, a really nice slingshot for Jake, and a dream catcher for Isaac. He was also just nice to talk to.
-We rocked Annie's world with a super dumb custom made hat - for reference, she goes around saying, "Fight Me" CONSTANTLY. It's kind of annoying and kind of funny. She's not really fighting people, it's like a catchphrase. She also finds obscure things online that indicate this is a thing for other people, too. So this was a hilarious hit and she's wearing it today on a field trip to Epcot.
Along with aviator sunglasses at 4:30 in the morning, when she had to leave. I guess. Anyway, we're in the middle of a list here...
-Last thing is actually the moments when I was dropping fast enough or spinning hard enough that I started laughing uncontrollably. Those times probably would have been better if I wasn't so tired all day yesterday, but I just hadn't slept (nearly) enough, the night before. Still joy. I really love those feelings. I think I actually forgot that I laugh uncontrollably when spun fast enough.
Without a doubt the worst part was the food. Barf. I felt like I should have eaten a salad and then had fruit with me there or something. I can get down with some junk food sometimes if it's done right, you know, but things like bland, watery "cheese" sauce and cool corn dogs that are too pink inside? NAH. Everything was super gross.
Overall I'm glad we went because we really wanted to, and now we know. Definitely gonna try to get some art and science projects of the kids' in there for next year.
