Most years a rite of spring is attending Parade the Circle in my town, at which the unleashed creative demons of one half million artists and parents and kids are molded into one gently flowing column of surprise.
Dancers on stilts and belly dancers are not surprising anymore, though welcome variations on the sight line.
These kids in 2005 still rank among the best.
Snapping toilet seats! I never sit down now until I have run my fingers along the edge.