Ferris wheels would always have a special place in my heart.
They remind me of my mom. Of that one time when, instead of taking me and my sister home after school, she took us to the carnival instead. The steel cabin may have been rusting in some areas but I remember feeling so excited to be there. From the novelty of the ride itself, and my mom surprising us with it.
These are the things that stay with you, you know.
The same things I want to stay with my daughter so when she grows up, she'll remember them with fondness. The joys that came in the simple things.
Except that in this economy, you pretty much need to remortgage your house just to go to a bloody carnival because they sure as hell don't come cheap.
Or maybe I'm just cheap. I don't know.
All I know is that lunch at Dolan on Silk Road was one of the best meals I had ever had. Some random resturant in Box Hill that Jeff took us to after he had some errands to do in the area which turned out to be quite a pleasant discovery.
They served Uyghur cuisine. Technically still Chinese food, but the lesser-known, Muslim version of it from Northwest China where the food looked more like something you would find on an Afghan menu.
I still think about those lamb kebabs and stir-fry bok choy with mushroom and veg from time to time. Seriously, so good!
But that's not what this blog is about. So let me just post the photos from the Narre Warren Carnival and go. Otherwise, I'm gonna end up talking about my Michael Jackson outfit.
*Raven at 7 years old
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