I remember, as a kid, waiting with such anticipation for the fall fair. It was the thing. The thing was, we wore our new jeans, snuck some makeup out of the house and giggled with our girlfriends over silly things. With only a few bucks in our pocket, the dilemma was always what ride and 90 % of the time, the flying saucer won hands down. I loved that ride. The absolute thrill and freedom feeling I could fly, my eyes squinting keeping my hair out. The colours and lights would blur, pulsing with a rhythm of their own as we continued to slingshot across the sky. Oh, to feel that freedom again of flying through the night.