Tonight I went to the local carnival with the family. I told Ann my t-shirt should have read "I'm just here for the funnel cake." Last year, the first ride Ann and John wanted to ride was the teacups. I thought, "Hey, this is a kid ride. No problem." After the teacups, Mom had to take me home and it took me 4 days to recover. When we were leaving this year, I told John, "No matter what I say, DO NOT let me ride the teacups." So, when he was in line, I jokingly asked if I could ride with him and he said, "Sure." :) It was fun to follow the kids around and watch their faces as they rode. Michael loved all the rides he was able to go on. And I loved my funnel cake. Actually, I was a little depressed watching everyone else ride because I miss being able to ride. But I refuse to chance the sick feeling I get just watching the rides. The one thrill seeking thing I like to do, and my body won't let me do it anymore. Sometimes it kind of stinks to get old.
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