It is Valley Fair time for the kids in Rochester Public Schools. Many an eighth grader will be piling on a school bus this week bound for Apple Valley to spend some of their hard earned money ( or their parents hard earned money) on some mini donuts or a giant cowboy hat. All of this got me thinking about fairs and carnivals and how my dad and I both loved a good, scary ride.
Our favorite at the Pennington County fair was one similar to a rollercoaster. We'd get in the car, strap ourselves in and grin like fools as we started rocking back and forth at higher and higher speeds. Finally, we'd go upside down and we'd shriek with laughter while my mom watched from solid ground. The time I remember best we stepped in, got strapped and buckled and then realized we were smelling a horrible smell. By the time we looked down and saw the chunks from the previous passenger it was too late...we were stuck! We both made it through without being sick but from then on we always looked carefully before we chose our car.
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