I'm walking up the rickety stairs. With each step my legs become shakier. As I near the top my breathing increases, my heart's racing, Abram is in my arms looking at me with an inquisitive face, my mind is sorting through excuses to get back down....and you guys! I was only at the top of the slide at the carnival! Come on, Callie. L-7 weenie. And I didn't do it. I'd been stalling for a good minute making small talk with the fella at the top and just when I'm getting frantic I spot Joel down below looking for us. I quickly told the annoyed worker that I needed to get Abram's dad first...he needed to see him bravely go down. Once at the bottom, I found Joel and passed Abe off to my mom. Mom's are good for stuff like that right? (Hoping I can handle it one day.) And down the slide they came, my mom with a huge smile, Abe with a look of disgust. Probably at my decision...not the slide.
Let's talk about carnivals. I'm that girl that always holds the jackets, the purses, the stuffed animals that are won on the runway. I just can't do it. I get motion sickness, I get frightened. Even watching the rides makes me nervous and sweaty. But every group needs that person right?! Who would hold all the stuff :)