It's Town Fair time!
We live in a very small town in Massachusetts and once winter hibernation ends (sometime around May 1st), everyone is eager to get outside and visit with all the neighbors we haven't seen in months. The Town Fair is just the place to catch up on a little gossip and reintroduce ourselves to the great people outside of our usual soccer-hockey-lacrosse hemisphere.
Oh, and the kids like the rides.
Henry went off with friends again, so Gordy and I only had to interrupt our socializing to move Georgia and Josie from one long ride line to another.
It was a BEAUTIFUL evening.
This year we didn't go on a single "kiddie" ride. After twelve years of watching our children spin around in circles on miniature fire-trucks, it was novel to skip the little kid area altogether and concentrate on only the big rides.
Josie wore her soccer cleats so she would be an inch taller and be able to get on some of these older rides. It's hard to be a short-statured, seven year-old when height is the only requirement for moving past the baby section.
We always start out at one end of the fair and work our way to the other. When the weather is good, the lines tend to be very long - this is bad for the children (who hate to wait) but good for the adults (more talking time).
We did spot Henry among a gaggle of boys, while we waited in line for various rides. I clandestinely took photos of him just to amuse myself.
This is a great opportunity to show my sister, Elizabeth, the middle-school boy uniform that I frequently talk about: athletic shorts, hoodie sweatshirt and black sneakers.
Every Single Day.
Henry did join us for one ride. He got separated from his group and took Josie's place on some spinny type ride with Georgia.
We got to the front of the line and found out that Josie was too short to ride and luckily Henry was around to take her place, so I didn't have to go for a spin. I don't mind spin-rides but I was happy to sit this year out.
Gordy to Josie to wait in another long line for a polar express roller coaster.
Henry high-tailed it away from his mother and sister once the ride was over, so Georgia and I got in the line for the famously scary Rock and Roll attraction. We met up with four of Georgia's friends who were happy to keep her company.
Georgia is not usually scared of rides, but after a bad experience at Canobie Lake Park last summer, she has suddenly gotten more apprehensive about the unknown.
It didn't take her long to relax and enjoy the scenery from way up in the sky.
Once the sun goes down, all the lights switch on and the fair becomes crowded with the town's high schoolers. When the children were really little, Gordy and I would volunteer on Friday night and take tickets at an assigned ride. We'd have dinner first and then work the 9-11 shift. I'd say the best year was when we worked the bumper cars and the worst was the year we were forced to collect tickets under the ferris wheel (high schoolers like to spit from the top).
We haven't volunteered in a couple of years. Our children are now involved in sports that keep us away from the fair on Saturday and Friday night is usually the only time we are free to attend.
I prefer bringing the children on Friday night. I'm glad that they get to see all the rides lit up and flashing. It's fun for them to see friends they haven't seen in months and to try rides they were too scared to try the year before. It's a Town Rite of Passage to say that you finally rode the Zipper!
... or the caterpiller coaster (depending on your age!).
We headed home around 9 o'clock. It was way past everyone's bed time and we were all pretty tired.
We stopped for ice cream on our way out.