Probably should have been packing, but instead Abner and I trucked off to the carnival this weekend. The little one has no fear and loved every minute of it. For me it was like a walk down memory lane - these are the same amusement rides that used to come to my hometown during stampede each year. Though some of the ride names have changed, I'm pretty sure the Alien Attack ride is the same Gravitron I puked next to in 1993. Good times.