This baby Ferris wheel has been calling my name.

It’s facing giant restaurant windows lined with hot-pot diners keeping me from jumping on unnoticed—but—DAAAANG, the happy carnival song accompanied by slow circular movement up and around creates such a temptation, I work in vain on a valid excuse so to explain my near 6-foot frame perching on the tiny seat just once!

And so, their far superior storefront change-operated rides, plus, the apparent lack of a bedtime (judging from the children prancing at our feet in crowded night markets after 11 p.m.), makes me think it’s good to be a kid in Taiwan.

Photo by Beth Shea Palmer in Taoyuan, Taiwan