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*clears throat*
Oh my, where do we begin? I hate carnivals with a burning fiery passion. Why do I hate them you ask? The answer to this question is simple. Carnivals weird me the hell out and they are death traps. This all goes back to my adventure as a youngling at the Georgetown Carnival. I was so excited to be embarking on this journey into rides, cotton candy, clowns, and games only to be horribly taken back by the first ride I decided to go on. It was a ride called “The Cobra”. The ride was basically a car suspended from a metal pole attached to a large metal base with many other cars all around. Once started and the music began, the ride began to spin; only it wasn’t a nice “fun” spin. It was a vortex of death and horror. I think the object of the ride was to make the riders feel like they were actually bitten by a god damned cobra. My legs had a horrible pain shooting up and down and all around to the point where I couldn’t even walk. I spent the rest of the day laying down praying for the pain to stop.

Now we fast forward to many years later. Our journey now takes us to the Chinguacousy Park Carnival. Brampton is already over populated as it is so when you take that gigantic population and put it in a parking lot, you get mass confusion. I was stuck in a crowd for about 30 minutes before I found any hope of escape. It was dreadful and I wanted away from there immediately.

I never visit carnivals anymore. There is just something about horrible memories and rides that can get packed away for the off season that just isn’t too settling.

I almost forgot! Carnies are annoying jackasses. No I don’t want to throw the baseball at a plate or smash your stupid whatever that is with a giant hammer. I can do that at home for free thank you very much.