It’s that time of year: carnival time! It’s the one
time of the year an empty, barren lot transforms into one spectacular event
remembered for generations to come. There’s something so magical about a summer
carnival. The smell of buttery kettle corn and rich caramel apples, roaring laughter
coming from both the young and old alike, and most of all the lights that
magically take you away from the normalcy known as life.
When I was a kid, my cousins and I always stood in a
lengthy line and purchased our tickets. Before we purchased cotton candy and
all those “goodie things” that ruined our suppers, we rode the “big blue wheel.”
It may have seemed like just another ferris wheel, but to us kids who were
frightened by the mere sight of such a colossal wonder riding such a huge wheel
that appeared to have stretched to the heaven was considered “bragging rights”
that lasted for the remainder of summer vacation from school.
And even though the grounds will empty when the school
bells ring again and the glories of autumn arrive, we will enjoy our memories
until the big blue wheel arrives in town again next summer.
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