When Clover was young and would watch Sesame Street, she'd see the promo for Fairyland before the show began. It was a still shot of one of the decorations, leaving everything up to the imagination, which Clover filled with cotton candy, rides, characters and of course fairies. "I want to go there!" she'd shout each time.
We finally got there last Friday when Clover had a day off from school and Kevin took the day off to make it a family day. It is almost entirely as I remember it from when I was a child, most likely because it almost entirely unchanged, which is fun, but also worrisome as I kept thinking that everything must be coated in 1970s lead paint.
The rides were small, but perfect for very little kids. The first ride was operated by a woman with bright pink hair, who later began the puppet show and then drove the train. It was that kind of cozy, casual place. The puppet show was cute, but painfully long for my attention span, even though both of my kids sat entertained the entire time. The puppet show and it's theater were especially sweet because they reminded me of the one in Luxembourg Garden in Paris. Unfortunately, we didn't see a performance there, but it seemed so romantically sweet that it stuck with me.
After the performance, one of the puppeteers came to the stage and demonstrated a few different types of puppets for the kids. To explain how to work the different parts on one puppet, she held up her hand with her thumb out and index and pinkie fingers up. "What does this sign mean?" she asked the kids. One boy a few rows back, so certain of the answer, yelled out, "ROCK ON!" Kevin and I laughed, but the puppeteer was less amused, saying "No, it doesn't mean rockstar. It means love." Rockstar? The woman was in her mid-20s, yet oblivious to the rock on movement of yore.
After Fairyland, we took Kevin to a simulated sky diving place where he was able to fly in a wind tunnel for a few minutes, with an instructor with him as a guide. I would post a photo, but that wouldn't make Kevin very happy. When he and his group finished their session, Kevin asked, "Did I look like a dork?" I told him not to worry because everyone in the tunnel looked like a cheek flapping dork. Strong winds flatter no one.