My first real memory of the market was the teacup ride. I used to go on this all the time when i was little. But i would also cry because i thought the man was trying to kill me by spinning the cup too fast. That didnt ever ruin it for me. I always went back for more. This was my highlight as a kid.
I also remember the ghost train but never wanted to go on it. I was always to scared. Im not good with horrible ghost horror things. my mum and dad was always try and convince me to go on by saying it was fun and nothing to scary but i knew it was a trick and i never fell for it i was always to smart for that. I did go on with my friends when i was older for a laugh and we all screamed like little girls. It was really fun though but i wouldnt go on it again. 
One ride i would never ever have the guts to go on is the bomber. There is not a chance anyone would be getting me on that. I feel sick just looking at it. Im not caring what anyone says noone's head should be twisted about like that. My friends went on it and keep of like milk bottles. Id rather keep my pinkey face :).
However i went down to the market this year and was slightly dissapointed. I feel its just all the same every year and their is nothing really different. It is good for the kids though but i just find it slightly boring now :) xxxx
you could tighten the focus on this charming recollection by looking at the process of growing older and how it changes our perceptions of people and places.
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