Our town holds a huge celebration each year that is full of fun and games and carnivals and parades and men on horses shooting guns.
What we're celebrating is a famous bank robbery that took place right down the street from our house in the late 1800's. Well, not exactly celebrating the robbery, as much as the fact that they only got away with a few dollars.
Anyway, the point is the celebration!
We go to the carnival each year and ride our favorite rides. They all involve me pretending I don't notice that our bodies are being hurled through space on a rickety metal machine with questionable greasy parts and an equally questionable and greasy operator guy.
Ben and a friend winning yet ANOTHER stuffed animal.
In my opinion, the carnival looks best from across the river, under the safety of the food tents...
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