Carnival Rides and Oreos…. It is likely true of all old-timers recalling pre-school memories. At times, weren’t we all scared of our own shadows? As a five-year-old, holding tightly onto my parents’ hands, I took on the terrors of the midway when a carnival came to town. It was frightening enough to simply jostle through the crowds, and fears heightened as that first ride loomed. It was unnerving, sitting atop the carousel hobby horse, even though my steed’s only movement—upwa ...