Jackmonkey
Mouseketeer
- Joined
- Apr 7, 2006
- Messages
- 143
Well, 75th post. So as I sit here waiting to have the ears stapled to my head, I begin to ponder:
What else, besides Disney, can induce such a fanatical (I mean that in a good way) excitement in you?
For me, I'm ashamed to say, it is the annual county fair. I'm really weird about that. I know it is a collection of unsupervised rides, hastily assembled by... shall we say 'twitchy people who scratch just a bit too much'. And the large buildings are filled with people trying to sell me the latest technological advancements in salsa chopping, auto wax, and portable hot tubs. And I don't even want to think about all the doe-eyed cows, rabbits, pigs, and sheep, contentedly chewing and re-chewing their straw, completely unaware of what "Best of Show" really means.
But as a child, I spent many a blissfully happy year, riding on my grandfather's shoulders, merrily getting cotton candy stuck to his shortly cropped hair, and marveling at the bright balloon bobbing about, attached to my tiny wrist by a bit of ribbon or string. So I keep going back, year after year, in hopes of catching a glimpse, if even from afar, of those happy times.
Come to think of it, that last part is the same memory of childhood Disneyland.
... Now if I could just justify my addiction to fair food. Eggroll on a stick.... Mummmm....
What else, besides Disney, can induce such a fanatical (I mean that in a good way) excitement in you?
For me, I'm ashamed to say, it is the annual county fair. I'm really weird about that. I know it is a collection of unsupervised rides, hastily assembled by... shall we say 'twitchy people who scratch just a bit too much'. And the large buildings are filled with people trying to sell me the latest technological advancements in salsa chopping, auto wax, and portable hot tubs. And I don't even want to think about all the doe-eyed cows, rabbits, pigs, and sheep, contentedly chewing and re-chewing their straw, completely unaware of what "Best of Show" really means.
But as a child, I spent many a blissfully happy year, riding on my grandfather's shoulders, merrily getting cotton candy stuck to his shortly cropped hair, and marveling at the bright balloon bobbing about, attached to my tiny wrist by a bit of ribbon or string. So I keep going back, year after year, in hopes of catching a glimpse, if even from afar, of those happy times.
Come to think of it, that last part is the same memory of childhood Disneyland.
... Now if I could just justify my addiction to fair food. Eggroll on a stick.... Mummmm....