Outside the Princess Gates at the Canadian National Exhibition - known here as ‘The EX’. This is where you end summer in Toronto. NB: I have been CORRECTED. These are not the Princess Gates. They are in fact the Princes' Gates, named for the prince of Wales and his brother. But everyone calls them the Princess Gates. Thanks Sue. (and everyone (me and Elena) thought the angel on top was the princess). She's on a parade float, throwing beads to the masses. Taking it seriously, she scans the crowd for deserving citizens. Get the ball in the basket, win the prize. 'looks easy'. I used to love these games. My father would explain - the weighted balls, the tricks, how cheap the big prizes really were. And still, they would let me spend my allowance or trip money giving it a try. And again. 'Till my money ran out and I had that empty feeling. Never did get one of those huge stuffed animals that looked to me like heaven on earth. Everyone sits apart, waiting for the ride to start, and as soon as it does, they are flung to the other side, pressing against their partner. Very clever! These two don't mind. He missed. So many men walking around cradling stuffed animals. Only at the ex - where it's a sign of prowess. Carebear is in love. Nectar of the gods. Still love that feeling of cotton candy dissolving in my mouth. Sugar headache! When I was this age, my best friend Rhonda and I would put on our blue eye shadow (love's baby soft) and go to the ex in the evening ON OUR OWN. We'd flirt with the cute boys that ran the rides. Sometimes they would let us stay on the same ride over and over, until we felt sick. beautiful young woman on the ferris wheel. the view from the ferris wheel to the princess gates. the view from the gates to the wheel. goodbye summer.