I used to love the merry-go-round as a kid. Riding on a big horse, going up and down and around in circles. The one thing about me, though, was that I was like a parasite attached to my mom, haha. I didn’t like her to leave out of my sight, and even then I felt the need for her to be within touching distance. So I wasn’t a troublemaker who ran off and got lost, but I was an annoying pest my mom couldn’t shake off of her foot. :D Therefore, on merry-go-round rides, my mom would be one of those parents who stand right next to their kid on the horse. Sometimes if she’s lucky, she got to leave my side without me crying to rest and sit on one of those boring, non-moving, bench-like seats on the merry-go-round. :p