I have a love/hate relationship with the Himalaya.
I’ll never forget when it first came to our little county’s fair and carnival, with its flashing lights and small passenger cars screaming around on a big hilly circle, loud speakers overhead blaring The Cars, DSOTM and Blondie, and a siren wailing as the cars and passengers screamed faster and faster. And then just when you thought it was over the whole thing came to a stop and went backwards! I absolutely HAD to go on this ride. I eagerly stood in line with my streams of red ride-tickets waiting, scared and excited.
Alas, I was thwarted by the evilest of all carnies, the “You must be THIS tall” troll.
(This post started off as a simple reply to TechieInHell’s question “What’s the best carnival ride?” on his earlier post The-danger-is-fake-the-vomit-is-real, but it quickly spiraled out of control as I recalled the county fair of my youth, and grew into a separate post. Read along if you dare, with this diatribe on “The summer I got my wish”.) Continue reading Favorite Childhood Nightmares – The Himalaya