The hustle and bustle of the children as they run from ride to ride, declaring each as their "favorite".
The squeals of joy, the tummy drops and indulging in hot, sweet, sticky funnel cake and hand-squeezed lemonade.
I warms my heart to watch my girl enjoy the same things I did myself so many years ago, and to be able to enjoy it with her is such a blessing. It brings a sense of closeness and bonding that I can't describe. Like the generation gap is quite so wide.
Ahh, memories. The Hurricane was my favorite as a kid. It goes over peaks and valleys in a circle (a very very fast circle..), until you feel like you can't take anymore...and then, they do it all again - backwards.
Have I mentioned I don't handle rides that spin so well anymore?