You show up at the carnival with a pocket fulla cash. Maybe 65 bux and some change. Maybe 80? Hell. Why count when you are RICH? Before you discover the layout, it takes a lazy, wide-eyed while to wind your way around the bright lights of the carnival. Dollar here, dollar there. You happily blow wads on crap of course, cuz dollars just seem to burn so easily.
You try your hand at games, make some memories, make some friends. And maybe you are lucky enough to kiss a dazzling babe who swings like a broken bolt, so brave and so free. Hell yes, this night is worth every cent and more! But as this adventure rolls late, you become somewhat conscious of the last twenty in your pocket. A ferris wheel without lights really is just a machine. Dollars seem like real dollars at dawn, and you regret the cost of going back home.
Now imagine those dollars were years.
Nice blog.
Keep up the fight!
~Sara
Wow. Rhon, that was really moving.
I’ve felt those very same feelings, feeling that the money in my pocket was so much, and it’d never diminish, the lights dazzle and the carnies are so convincing, making you feel like they’re your BEST friends, and that you can do ANYTHING. Your writing touches me, thank you, I’ve been rather dead feeling lately, and the stirred memories gave me a jolt of life. Much gratitude.
This is awesome, Life’s not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming…
WOW, What a Ride!
Thank You for sharing …
The nice thing is..there are LOTS more carnivals to go to..and that feeling of being a kid again comes back every single time.
A couple of years ago when I took a break from the rat race ..I decided to see every circus that came to town. In particular the Cirque de Soleil was amazing and a new thing just coming out of a neighbour province in Quebec.
I plan on staying a kid my entire Life..
Candy Apple anyone??
Loved this Rhon. Beautiful.