Last week the fair was in town, which annoyed me for two reasons:
- the youths were out in force, and I hate it when youths gather, it makes me feel uncomfortable
- it was very noisy
I am aware this may be very petty, and probably makes me come across as very boring (I imagine I am boring) but I’m just not a big fan of fairgrounds. That’s not to say I don’t like fun, fun is great! I just don’t think that fairs are that fun.
My biggest reasoning behind this (other than my dislike of people and loud screaming) is the fact the rides themselves look like they’re made out of corrugated iron, or recycled metal from the central reservation on motorways. How does anyone have the balls to actually go on a ride that can be folded down and put in the back of a lorry?! HOW? I get genuinely worried for people’s wellbeing when they choose to risk their lives on a ride that swings them around 360 degrees all whilst being held together with two bolts. Last week I saw smoke coming out of a ride and the ride wasn’t stopped. IT CARRIED ON. As if nothing was happening, as if it was intentional! Maybe it was, maybe it was the generator, but in principle; if you’re sitting on something, you don’t want it to be on fire.
Maybe I shouldn’t be so harsh towards fairgrounds. If I’m honest, I don’t like rollercoasters or rides at actual themeparks. Your life is in the hands of some metal pipes and a random stranger who may not even be looking. Hence why I don’t visit theme parks, or if I do, I stick to the teacups.
So I ask you this, have you actually had fun at a fairground? Or have you witnessed a small child get catapulted out of a dodgum?
On Saturday (which is yesterday as I write this) I had the pleasure of going to a literature festival. However it wasn’t your regular festival, it was the childrens festival. Before you all start raising your eyebrows in confusion, I went to see a few of my favourite people who happen to have childrens books out. However this isn’t what I wanted to write about today.
Yesterday Miranda Hart mentioned how important it is that children and adults use their imagination and that really hit me. Growing up I was ALWAYS in my own world. In cars I would imagine that instead of being in the car I was riding a horse alongside the car, I had not one, but three imaginary friends, I was always making up bedtime stories for my brother and writing my own stories for fun, Aged 11 I wrote AND DREW a superman comic, and I don’t even remember liking comics at the time. I don’t understand people who don’t use their imagination. It’s such a wonderful tool to have! It can quite literally take you anywhere.
I was tempted to insert a couple of extracts of a story I wrote when I was younger, at a time when I was inspired by Louise Rennison (who I have mentioned before) god knows how young I was, but it’s fairly embarrassing so I decided against it. Sorry to disappoint.
Yesterday, I was beyond thrilled to see children flicking through books, tilting their heads to hear stories being read, and talking about what they’re currently reading. I imagine being a child in this decade, where TVs are huge and phones are touch-screen, and YouTube is easy to find, it’s more difficult to find time to read or to go outside and swing on swings like I used to do, what if one day in the future all the parks are rusty, and the libraries and book shops are closed?! Yesterday gave me hope. Children raising their hands when asked the question “who wants to be a writer?” they weren’t bored at the prospect of reading or writing. This is so encouraging! Books may not die out after all.