When I was a kid, a trip to the CNE was never complete unless I could go home with a stuffed animal from the midway games. The problem was that it was a lot harder to win at those games than it looked, especially if you were just a pipsqueak. My parents always knew what to do though. If the day was coming to a close and my tired little eyes were starting to tear up because I hadn’t won anything, there was always the fishing game. That was one of those games where you were guaranteed to win a prize each time, and as a result I always went home with a smile on my face and a stuffy in my arms, no matter how small. It didn’t matter :).
As we walked through the midway this year I still found myself smiling as I passed the booths full of brightly coloured ducks, monkeys, and frogs. Do these bring back similar memories for you?