I have lots of memories about carnivals. Once, I remember being on a ride called something like a Sky Rocket that was similar to a ferris wheel of cages and it was a really fun ride for an 11 year old. A storm came up suddenly and my sister and I and two of our best friends were on the Sky Rocket when the wind whipped up and it started raining cats and dogs.
The brakes weren't catching well and all the other rides were closed but we kept going around. We were the last ones to be able to get off the ride (by jumping into a scared carny's arms) and we were soaked to the bone.
We thought it was wild and fun. We were too naïve to realize the danger we'd been in. But the carny man felt so bad about not being able to stop the ride safely that he gave us free rides for the whole time the carnival was in our town. We were in heaven and thought it was the best carnival ever!