Or carousel, if you'd prefer. This is an old-school fella, not quite steam-powered but you get the general idea.
Hand-held at 1/8th of an elephant with a fisheye is easy. I desaturated the periphery to emphasise the fun here is in the riding.
The adult world of watching your kids have a riot is passive fun; there is joy in watching the squeals of delight, the happy smiling faces and the infectious laughter.
Being a curmudgeonly arse (a phrase I lent to Jen Smith but am borrowing back), I can't help but be slightly jealous. I want to squeal with delight. I want to have a happy smiling face. I want to spread infectious laughter. I realise this comes across slightly child-like but although I have aged, I've not really grown up fully. A teenage boy trapped in a 44 yr old body.
Honestly. Give me a stick and/or a knife, stones or just water and I can occupy myself for hours.
Anyway, back to my original point. I naturally prefer activities we can do together. Experiences that both parent and adult are happy (and safe) doing together. And have a joint experience, squealing, smiling and laughing together.
The older the kids get, the more activity doors open to you. But doors close too. They have height and age restrictions. Yes, that is right, they wouldn't let me on the merry-go-round.