Rides .25
Any one that grew up in the 60’s and 70’s, in small town Alberta or small town North America for that matter will remember what 25 cents would get ya.
Plopping my brother and I on top of the mechanical horse, that sat out in front of Kresge’s was meant to sooth the nerves of my mom while she ran into the store and did a quick errand. Eventually it stopped as my brother and I would try to push each other off—me being 3 years younger I would always end up on the ground. Our horse was yellow with a black Maine.