I could see this horse fronting a death metal band. Very intense. Of course, as a child I'm not sure they'd invented death metal, and if they had I certainly didn't know what it was. Frankly I mostly listened to the Andrews Sisters and Frank Sinatra, and there was hardly any screaming in those songs. This horse, though. It knows screaming.
All 1/1 NFTs. It's weird to go back to your hometown as an adult. It's even weirder when the last carousel in the county, home of many of your happiest childhood memories, is being replaced by a beer garden. Now that I'm an adult, the carousel is unsettling. The animals are frozen mid-scream. Their eyes shine a bit too bright. The vibes are just weird. Did I miss this as a child, or have I forgotten?
Nothing from our childhood feels quite the same: either we change, it changes, or both. But sometimes, you can revisit places that hold happy memories, and feel their echo even into adulthood. Other times, you see a sign on the door that it's the last open weekend and then you convince the teen running the carousel to let you spend a couple hours photographing it before it's gone.
The carousel may be disassembled now, but it lives forever on the blockchain and in the memories of a couple generations of children.
Death Metal Pony
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I could see this horse fronting a death metal band. Very intense. Of course, as a child I'm not sure they'd invented death metal, and if they had I certainly didn't know what it was. Frankly I mostly listened to the Andrews Sisters and Frank Sinatra, and there was hardly any screaming in those songs. This horse, though. It knows screaming.
All 1/1 NFTs. It's weird to go back to your hometown as an adult. It's even weirder when the last carousel in the county, home of many of your happiest childhood memories, is being replaced by a beer garden. Now that I'm an adult, the carousel is unsettling. The animals are frozen mid-scream. Their eyes shine a bit too bright. The vibes are just weird. Did I miss this as a child, or have I forgotten?
Nothing from our childhood feels quite the same: either we change, it changes, or both. But sometimes, you can revisit places that hold happy memories, and feel their echo even into adulthood. Other times, you see a sign on the door that it's the last open weekend and then you convince the teen running the carousel to let you spend a couple hours photographing it before it's gone.
The carousel may be disassembled now, but it lives forever on the blockchain and in the memories of a couple generations of children.