Passed through the carnival by accident this weekend. I first saw the ferris wheel from a few blocks away and was enamored with romantic feelings and the possibilities of the impossible. Then I got closer and realized it was just the carnival with all of its heavy machinery, polyester filled stuffed animals knock-offs and of course, carnies. My friends and I used to joke about dating one of them each summer as they came and went. Back then, we were so unafraid of strapping ourselves in to whatever contraption they had come up with. Now, it just seems unnatural, and the carnies, well, just guys who choose to work at the carnival, in all its glory, or not.
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