I have decided to use a emoticons to illustrate my story so the reader will get my full heart felt response.
Anyone growing up on Long Island in the 60's and 70's might remember Adventure Land

. The rides and games were a little better than a traveling carnival, although probably not any safer :wink: . They had watermelon flavored cotton candy and you could win half dead goldfish by throwing a ping pong ball in a glass bowl. The bumper cars were a favorite and I think the neck aches I experience today can be traced back to those rides

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When I was about seven I begged my father to throw darts at a red dot the size of a cherry so I could win a stuffed hippo. My father was a good shot, but the dart would just bounce off the cherry like there was a cement wall behind it (I'm sure there was)

. Finally he gave up and I must have made a very sad face, because about two minutes after walking away from the booth one of the teenage boys running the game came up behind us and handed me the hippo

. A month later the hippo disappeared

. Apparently our beagle, Barney Fife, buried it in the garden compost pile and we didn't find it until late fall- by which time the hippo could not be saved

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Adventure Land could not exist today because no insurance company with a lick of common sense would give them a policy.