Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Photo A Day - A Favorite Thing

When I was little my dad, every year, would take me to the Topsfield Fair. We'd walk around the 4-H buildings and look at chickens and rabbits. We'd stroll through the big tent filled with thousands of jars of jams, pickled things and honey. I can remember towering sunflowers flanking the entrance and makeshift hay tables covered with pumpkins, gourds and Indian corn.

I wouldn't go on the rides but we'd play the carnival games and I rarely ever won anything. But once, my eye caught sight of a stuffed raccoon hanging from the upper reaches of a roulette-ish style game. One would make fifty cent bets on colors, months, numbers, days of the weeks all sorts of things. Then someone in the crowd tossed a hexagon shaped die and whatever the die landed on was the winner.

And I wanted that raccoon. I begged my dad to let me play and he handed me fifty cents. I have no idea what I put my bet on but when that die bounced across the betting table, I knew, I just knew I was going to win. Every molecule in my body knew that me winning was the only possible outcome.

Image my devestation when I didn't win.

Tears welled up in my eyes and I'm sure that a temper tantrum was imminent. My dad quickly took out another fifty cents and said he'd give it a go, but if he didn't win then it was time to move on to the rubber frog launching game that he knew I wanted to play next. With a nod I agreed because of course my dad would win me my raccoon.

And you know what?

He totally did.

But I'm fairly sure he played about a hundred more times.

Sort of looks like he's doing the hula, doesn't it?

I tried to get him from his best side, but honestly, all his sides are the best!

Bandit has been with me since I was eight years old. He is from an era when carnival prizes were made out of quality material - no plastic pellets fill his tummy just soft and oh so squishable fiberfill. He stayed on my bed from elementary school right through college. He still sits next to my bed today. I don't snuggle him as much anymore but some days when I am sad or angry with the world I reach out for him and squeeze him tight. Which is why, really, he's a bit lopsided now and the soft velvet of his nose has worn away.

This is part of a month long photo a day challenge hosted by fatmumslim.

10 comments:

  1. That's a sweet story and all, but why does the raccoon look depressed? Also, what kind of carnival has roulette? Sorry, never mind. It's a sweet story about a dad winning something for his kid and nothing should detract from it.

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    1. Bandit isn't sad, he's a wily raccoon and out for as much attention as possible. Really. He does that sad puppy eye thing all the time. He should get an Oscar.

      As for the roulette game...come on! It was the early eighties! Anything went!! :)

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  2. There's just something special about stuffed toys, isn't here. My stuffed dog that I got for my first Christmas is currently sitting next to me on the couch, guarding the remote, so I understand.

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    1. Sweet! I used to have so many stuffed animals it was crazy! But everyone needs a snuggle or two, right?

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  3. I love this story! But I am looking at the raccoon thinking he might not be the best thing to snuggle when you're sad, as he obviously suffers from some sort of depression himself. :)

    He is very cute. I wish I had one of my stuffed animals from childhood. I actually had a leopard and a lion I slept with through high school. My leopard was named Def. Very few people got it, but it made me giggle a lot.

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    1. Thanks. Like I told Pickleope, he isn't sad, he;s just a good actor. I expect to see him on Inside the Actor's Studio in the near future.

      I love that you named your leopard Def! Seriously awesome! It's sad that not many people got it though!

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  4. Pickleope may have a point--that game sounds designed to get a child hooked on either a life of gambling or Dungeons and Dragons. But that aside, it is an adorable raccoon. I like its hula skills.

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    1. Well, I never got hooked on gambling but I do play D&D. Coincidence? Hmm.

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  5. Father's are always heroes, aren't they?
    I totally enjoyed this post of yours as much for the writing as for the pictures of the raccoon.

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    1. They certainly can be. I talked to my dad last night and asked him if he remembered it and he did but couldn't remember how many times it took although he thinks it probably would have been quicker and cheaper to just buy the raccoon outright!

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