"Come in and find your joy," the sign out front said. What in the world, I thought. Another mountain town tourist trap. What a re they selling? Doggone, if it wasn't actually a place of joy.
"A man from our town," the ticket taker told me proudly, a little old lady. "Most of our riders are adults," she told us. "Don't be embarrased."
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| The Story of the Swan Girl is in the Revolving Mirrors
A little old man brought a step step stool to give us a needed boost. We wanted to ride on the painted ponies that went up and down. Actually, a sheep in my case and a goose in Jesse's. There was only one pony. You could ride a dolphin or a peacock, a leopard or an ape. No wonder it took him 25 years to finish the carving the one of a kind creatures.
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| Added Attraction: Puppet Theatre |
It was worth the one dollar for a taste of childhood joy, a drift of memory of the ecstasy of the merry-go-round, even with no brass ring to chase.
Hi-Ho, Silver!