a dog, man's best friend. They are usually treated quite nicely.
Oh, and I'm terrified of heights!
If you could do anything with your hair, what would you do?

. Ack, I'm getting hungry!
). Anyway, I went on the ride called The Scrambler (yes, same one you're probably thinking of). Well, that roast beef sammy came a whirling and a hurling all over the place, but mostly landed in my hair and on the sandaled foot of the person next to me on the ride.
The only rides I could ever tolerate were the merry-go-round and the ferris wheel -- my dad liked to rock the car when we were sitting at the top waiting for our turn to go down and get off. Ah childhood memories!
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