As a kid, the summer carnival was by far my favorite part of the year. The cotton candy, balloons, and rides were enough to make me have a tantrum every time daddy said "time to go." Yup, I was one annoying kid. Seeing this editorial by Ruche brought me right back to those days. You're definitely never too old to ride a pretty vintage carousel in charming dresses. Last summer I learned that yes, the worker at the front might give you a strange look and ask who you are helping on the ride (do I seriously look old enough to have kids?!) but you just need to start speaking rapid french, the run onto the ride. Err... Then run off afterwards to avoid getting kicked out.