Home Again, Home Again...
Over fed, well shopped, and well rested. We're making plans to head home now. But not before we hit my favourite childhood 'playground', Colasanti's.
It used to be a very large green house full of house plants of every variety. There were also birds, and a petting zoo to amuse the kiddos while the parents shopped. There has always been a snack bar with the most amazing apple cider and fresh made doughnuts. Now-a-days, there's one small meagre section of plants, mini put, bumpercars, the petting zoo, that used to have barnyard animals now has a tiger and snakes, along with the barnyard set. The snack bar, now has dining rooms you can rent for family events. There are rides, and tourist shops.
It's such a shame. Such a mess. But I can't help myself. I still have to go, and find myself in the small little section the resembles my childhood. Even if I have to close my eyes, and stuff a hot cinnamon sugar doughnut in my mouth and hum loudly so I can't hear the arcade noises.
I suppose they guy has to make money. And the people aren't staying away. It's always packed there. With kids loving the games and the rides. Shouting at the poor animals, and giggling with glee at the clowns walking around. I have this odd urge to pull one aside, and explain how they're missing it. The green houses FULL of plants that I would bring home every time I went, to grow in my Mom's sun porch. The pickers in the finger that would last a week, because I couldn't resist touching the cacti and getting pricked. My sticky hands, and dirty knees from spending half an hour just petting a horse, and actually being able to pet it. Not having to look at it from behind safety fencing, because sometimes a horse is going mistake a kids fingers for the feed encased in her tiny hand.
But the kids these days need fun created loud and proud for them. If it isn't screaming at them, it's not fun. If you don't pay a ticket price, and have to follow strict rules to keep Colasanti's from being sued, than its not fun.
*Sighs* But I still want to buy a little plant, to grow in my sunny window. Eat some warm doughnuts, and wash them down with cider. If I close my eyes tight enough, maybe I won't hear the Justin Beiber tribute show.
It used to be a very large green house full of house plants of every variety. There were also birds, and a petting zoo to amuse the kiddos while the parents shopped. There has always been a snack bar with the most amazing apple cider and fresh made doughnuts. Now-a-days, there's one small meagre section of plants, mini put, bumpercars, the petting zoo, that used to have barnyard animals now has a tiger and snakes, along with the barnyard set. The snack bar, now has dining rooms you can rent for family events. There are rides, and tourist shops.
It's such a shame. Such a mess. But I can't help myself. I still have to go, and find myself in the small little section the resembles my childhood. Even if I have to close my eyes, and stuff a hot cinnamon sugar doughnut in my mouth and hum loudly so I can't hear the arcade noises.
I suppose they guy has to make money. And the people aren't staying away. It's always packed there. With kids loving the games and the rides. Shouting at the poor animals, and giggling with glee at the clowns walking around. I have this odd urge to pull one aside, and explain how they're missing it. The green houses FULL of plants that I would bring home every time I went, to grow in my Mom's sun porch. The pickers in the finger that would last a week, because I couldn't resist touching the cacti and getting pricked. My sticky hands, and dirty knees from spending half an hour just petting a horse, and actually being able to pet it. Not having to look at it from behind safety fencing, because sometimes a horse is going mistake a kids fingers for the feed encased in her tiny hand.
But the kids these days need fun created loud and proud for them. If it isn't screaming at them, it's not fun. If you don't pay a ticket price, and have to follow strict rules to keep Colasanti's from being sued, than its not fun.
*Sighs* But I still want to buy a little plant, to grow in my sunny window. Eat some warm doughnuts, and wash them down with cider. If I close my eyes tight enough, maybe I won't hear the Justin Beiber tribute show.