Carnival

Last night after dinner, we took my grandson to a carnival. He had been to one before so he knew what it was about. All during dinner he talked about the kiddie rides and said that he was too little for the big rides. When we arrived at the carnival, we asked him which rides he wanted to go on. He pointed to the ferris wheel. We said that was too big for him. Then he pointed to a large slide that was 50 feet in the air. We said that was too big for him. He then pointed to the swing ride. Again, that was too big for him. At that point he knew that he was limited to the kiddie rides. He started off on the fire truck. As the ride started my son began talking to the ride attendant. He told us that he was from Texas and had been making $21 an hour on the oil fields, but then the layoffs came so he took a job with the carnival for $9 an hour. He said that the traveling was fun as he gets to see the country. He liked Manhattan but felt bad seeing so many "hobo's". Since no other child was on the ride and we had bonded with the attendant, he let him ride for as long as he wanted. After 10 minutes we moved to another ride. We put him on 8 rides. He rode the carousel horse for the first time because Grandma stood next to him. He had always been afraid to ride the horse. I do not know who had more fun last night, him or me.