At the end of the summer, we went to Palace Playland* at Old Orchard Beach. Before you think we’re completely insane (Old Orchard Beach’s motto seems to be: Where Everyone is A Little Bit Misshapen, and Some People Are Noticeably Drunk), let me tell you that Henry is a carnival ride nut and we hadn’t gone to any sort of county fair, and somehow Palace Playland seemed like a nice end to the summer. The children had a great time, and didn’t seem to notice any of the other people. Henry went on all the scariest rides he could, and Eli drove a long-haul trucking ride (I think it was called “Convoy Race”) six times. At the very end, Zuzu finally got to go on a ride, too.
Boy, oh, boy did she ever love the carousel. When it was over she clung on to that golden pole with all the strength she could muster, and absolutely wailed when we peeled her off.
*I like the missing word on the tagline on the Palace Playland website. It says, “New England’s ONLY Beachfront Amusement.” As if, in all of New England, with its thousands of miles of gorgeous coastline, Palace Playland is the only thing worth doing. Or the only thing that’s amusing, I guess.