By the time we were actually in position for the drop 2 of my 3 kids had fallen and were covered in mud.
People came from miles to partake in the spectacle. It was packed. Once the call was given to go, the mad scramble left some children with huge bags of eggs, and some children left crying, empty handed. My 6 year old got 5 eggs (and was not happy) and my girls got 5 eggs between them. This is definitely one time where the meek are not blessed. Aggression and assertiveness win the day at an egg drop. At least the organizers had the forethought to leave a few eggs in reserve for the poor kids who got none.
Once the eggs had all been collected, the search began for each child. Parents were everywhere hollering names in every which direction.
We had planned on heading to my parents' house after the event, but with everyone covered in mud and our house almost an hour in entirely the wrong direction we decided to stop off and buy some clothes for them on the way. $135 later, we were on the road again. Admittedly, $20 of that was me impulse buying "Tales from Earthsea." I didn't realize Miyazaki had adapted Ursula LeGuinn's stories (which I read as a teen) and I loves me some Miyazaki.
|Egg dropping and a very curvy rotor.|
|Rotors curving upward oddly. Feel free to hum "Ride of the Valkyries" here. I did.|
|Rotors curving downward...oddly.|