Lioness. I do indeed remember the old merry go round. It was a thrill to ride. It seemed to go so fast that my hair would blow behind me and I imagined that I was a regal princess. When I got old enough to reach out for the gold ring it was quite an act of bravery to hold onto the leather strap with one hand. When I was just a young thing my father would ride the horse with me in front of him And he would reach for the ring. What a lovely memory of my father.