When I was younger I wanted to be a carnie. I also wanted to eat an entire bag of double stuff Oreo's by myself one day. Neither dream has come true. I consider this a blessing, but I also suppose this explains my loss of direction in life. Rather than envisioning myself as President, or a teacher, or a doctor, or a swingset like my one friend, I really saw myself sitting in a kitchen that was oddly reminiscent of the one in "Threes Company" throwing back a few rows of Oreo's. My looks were also similar to those of Suzanne Somers character, Chrissy Snow. Go figure. Naturally I never admitted these "goals" to anyone back in the day, but for whatever reason, I have no shame in mentioning them here.
I suppose what piqued my interest in the carnie lifestyle was good 'ol Bay Days. The fair still exists and when I was younger, it really felt like Disney World to me, but only a 5 minute car drive away. I still get a little giddy when I see the collapsed carnival rides waiting to be set up. Perhaps it's because I catch a glimmer of the life I could have had, living in a trailer with my mullet-headed husband and our 4 dirty kids traveling from city to city running the Scrambler. Or maybe it's because it brings back memories of hours at that place, racing my dad and brother down the huge yellow slide. Probably the former.
*Caption says "nobody says they want to be a carney when they grow up." It should read, "nobody want to admit they want to be a carney when they grow up."
Psych, the best part about Bay Days is that it falls over the 4th of July Weekend. God Bless America. I love the USA, I really do. I could go into all this gushy stuff about how great of a country the United States are and what freedom means to me, but I think that would ruin the tone of my blog. So whether or not you celebrate the 4th in a big way or small, kick back and enjoy your American brewed beer. It's what our forefathers fought for. Freedom.
