City of Fun(gus)

For as long as I can remember, the City of Fun Carnival has been a staple at all of the local festivals. Attending was a Barratt family tradition when we were growing up. Nostalgia aside, the City of Fun Carnival is a dirty and seedy place. The carnival was the first place I puked after riding a ride, the first place I ever saw joints, and the first place where I felt dirty simply because I showed up. To clarify on the joints, they weren't offered to me by some carnival attendee, but were openly displayed in a neat row on top of the switch box for the roller coaster. Any kid in line got an eyeful. At any rate, Bruce and I decided this would be a great night out for the family. And, through the eyes of a child, it was. I hope my girls remember the carnival at least somewhat fondly...

Riding the motorcycles. There is a very similar picture of the Barratt kids somewhere in Jack's archives.

Leaning back Harley style.

The Merry go Round was considered lame by all parties.

Later, when Kate refused to ride the spaceship, I climbed on in for a ride with Kiki. No humiliation there.

Down the big slide. This one was Kate's favorite.

We ended the outing with a bag of $4 cotton candy. I wished for a corn dog, but my OCD wouldn't let me.