I can clearly see the marker measuring whether or not I was tall enough to ride the fair ride. Ohhh, that little creepy pirate holding up his hand telling me I had to be, "This high, matey." The thrill of passing the height test; quickly to be ruined by sheer terror of a rickety pirate ship ride. A piece of me longs for more creepy pirate signs in my life. You know, to let me know when it is okay to do something, but no promises I will like it.
This high, matey.
(obviously feeling a bit reflective today, please excuse me)
2 comments:
You want creepy....go to the NC State Fair this year.
H.B.
Yes creepy. Something in between?
1. floating
2. doggy paddle
3. the act of drowning before you sink?
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