Matthews Alive!

Ah, the sweet smell of funnel cakes mixed with body odor. Aren't street fairs just the greatest!? Over this wonderful three-day weekend, their was a little carnival held in the town of Matthews. Most of my weekend was spent here with a few friends. It was a lot of fun, actually. The streets were alive with people! I'm guessing that is why it is called Matthews Alive... But you get it, there was a lot of people. On Friday evening, my entire family, including my aunt, uncle, and cousins, went down to check things out. I rarely go to this annual gathering, so I was a little lost in the crowd. My parents were kind enough to let my younger sister and I venture out in to the streets on our own where we met up with a few friends of ours. Our evening was spent riding the rides that had been set up, such as the Hog Drop, which I found to be very intimidating; the Tempest, where some random full grown lady went all off on me and my friends for accidentaly cutting her in line; and some carnival-styled Farris Wheel type ride that I do not remember the name of. Anyway, I had a good time doing those as well.

Saturday evening was when the real fun began. This time, my parents didn't even go with us to the festival! Which is a big step up for them. They dropped me and my sister off at the United Methodist Church which was about a block away from the fair. My friends' parents did the same. We spent some time walking around, looking for people we knew or went to school with. But within an hour of fruitless searching, we decided that we should go on some more rides before it got too late. This time all we went on was the Hog Drop, which I was dead set against but they out numbered me, and that Farris Wheel ride. Well, speaking of that Hog Drop ride, it was almost like a torpedo in a way. It shot you around in circles, I guess you could say. Well, I, at some times, can be dreadfully scared of heights. And this ride wa extremely high (not really, but from up there it seemed so). After we went on it the first time, the guy who was supposed to be letting us off of it went up to my sister and asker her if we had been on the ride yet. Don't ask me why he didn't know, because I am not sure why the heck he wasn't watching us! At any rate, my sister replied with a no, because she had heard him wrong. Needless to say, I had to sit through the torture again! That was not a fun time for me....

But after the rides I got a funnel cake and it was good. Then we spent some more time walking around and looking for people we knew. Before long it was time to go home. We walked to my friends' house where my parents were waiting. My friends' dad and my mine scared the living daylights out of us by popping out from behind a car. Then it was time to go home. And that was that.... The End