Riding the Tilt-a-Whirl
When I was a kid the end of August brought the horror of new school shoes, the pleasures of new school clothes, and the excitement of the Provincial Exhibition.
Source: Lester Public Library
The Exhibition with its fancy poultry barns, pie booths, and midway was held in the neighbouring village: a little too far to walk when I was a kid but only a ten-minute ride in the car once we were all rounded up.
Perpetually denied candy floss, my favourite thing at the Ex was always the Tilt-a-Whirl.
We’re shaking things up chez nous. We’re selling our house, moving to Halifax, going to school (me) and finding a new job (him).
I’m alternately very excited about the prospects and nauseous: an oddly familiar feeling.
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