This week the fun fair has been in town. I have gone every year since I lived here and my experience has gone through many phases. It started as a child exploring the rides and running around with friends, then a teenager where it was having boys dare each other to go on the scary rides to impress us girls and me, then an adult where it was about how much junk food I could eat and now as a parent where it is about seeing my little boy have his first and watching the smile on his face.
We have taken J since he was a baby. I know he didn’t go on any rides but I wanted him to hear the sounds and see the lights…plus I wanted to get some candy floss. What did J think of his first visit? Well he slept through it! The next year J went and he went on a couple of little rides sat on our knees. The year after J was more into it. He went on a lot of rides with his cousin and some with his dad and I. He DID NOT like the fast rides.
This year he is 3 and he was excited to go and see the rides. We picked the quiet time as crowds would have meant a lot of extra sensory input that would have made it difficult for all of us. J wanted to go on the big and fast rides. Obviously I talked him out of it but saying they had age limits and he wasn’t old enough. He did go on almost every other ride. This year he went on most of them by himself. I loved watching him holding on, pretending to drive and smiling away. J loves vestibular movements so the idea of going round and round and being dizzy was perfect for him. We went on a little rollercoaster together. He loved it and cried when it was time to get off. We ended up on it 3 times! He was cheering and smiling…until he noticed the moon had come and then it was back to his usual Star Wars chat (he is adamant that it’s not the moon, in fact it is the planet Jacu).
J went in the fun house with me and his cousin. Luckily it was quiet so we had the ride to ourselves. J explored the whole place, only avoiding the distortion mirrors which he wasn’t overly keen on. That’s not overly surprisingly since J doesn’t like this to be ‘different’. It was hilarious watching himself cover himself in the little plastic balls and laughing as I pretended that I was panicking when I couldn’t see him…lets say that after a minute or so it was slightly less ‘pretending’.
J had some candy floss. His face was a picture when he tried it and realised he liked it. But then it began to stick to his hands so it was instantly a panicked moment as we washed it off with a baby wipe. After that he walked around with his hands open and fingers spread wide apart making sure not to touch anything. Oh the joys of sensory sensitivities. Anyway, we got home and J was a bit over excited so we did end up having a late bedtime so he had chance to wind down a bit (and get the sugar from the candy floss out of his system).
Yesterday we watched the fair drive away. J was upset but I promised that we’d go again when it comes back next week. Only 52 weeks to wait, haha.
LIVING ARROWS: The project originally took it’s name from a poem by Kahlil Gibran, “You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth” and every Monday we share a moment from our week and invite others to do the same as part of this linky. (hosted by ‘What The Redhead Said’)