The Carnival
How many times did you go to the carnival as a child? Or perhaps you called it “the fair”. I’m not talking about permanent amusement parks like Six Flags or Cedar Point. I’m talking about the sidewalk or parking lot fair, set up quickly for a few days, then broken down, stored and moved to another town. I really only remember going to a very small amusement park on the north west edge of Detroit when I was growing up called Edgewater that was a fun hangout for two or three hours on a summer day, and my mother would drop me and a friend off at the park and pick us up later. That’s the first place I remember tasting cotton candy. I think I won a teddy bear at the ring toss there as well. The fair is a fantasy location which is purely a world of play. A place where we are entertained without having to turn on a tv or a computer or a tablet. Where we can throw darts at balloons that appear to magically avoid the dart by moving aside, or the ring toss where that ring just will not lan