Memories; lifetimes should be filled with them. Memories should make us giggle with delight
like when recalling your 12 year old self at the carnival. Do you rememeber the pure
enchantment you felt as you now spot the carnival in the distance? You see the lights and your
Giddiness begins to happen, as you approach closer still, and now the music is softly sounds,
there are thrill screams from rickety roller coasters, and throngs of people sounds closer, closer
still and then there’s whistle of the man directing you to a pay booth with policeman’s flashlight
that causes us to jump and giggle again, as your parents follow the car packed with as many
children as will fit in it, in front of you while my two brothers and I sit quietly and smile feeling
extremely lucky to have arrived at this wonderland. My mom and dad share passing smiles
together that they were happy of their surprise vacation choice. We enter and the world warps
into a fantasy. The smells of a carnival are fabulous, the lights off the noisy rides and then there
are elephant ears dusted with white sugar, cotton candy a mile high, and corn dogs on a stick.
There were ropes of licorice in red and black….oh I want one of everything I see! There, I want
to ride the merry-go-round, I want to jump on a unicorn horse; but no I take the brown one with
the tongue sticking out weirdly. My brother is two ahead of me smiling with glee he is on a black
stallion, my younger brother is beside me and he is on a tiny white pony with blue eyes and he is
My parents station themselves standing between us children, my dad a hand on my brother and
my mom between myself and my little brother, her hand on each horse. We begin, the music is
bellowing, the operator gives us a few rules, now spinning quite quickly, my sweaty hair is
in the breeze. My brother ahead of me thinks we are racing; he is slapping the red strap like
a rein and is smiling and laughing gratuitously. I glance at my baby brother next to me and my
mom is now holding him entirely as the pony pumps up and down. I look above me and I now
realize that my horse is just a stationary one. Just a horse on a pole and now I no longer am
smiling somehow I feel I’m having a less than experience. I want to get off of that goofy horse
anyway! I am dizzy, my baby brother is crying and my other brother is smiling crazily asking to
do it again when we exit the merry-go-round. Secretly, I hated it. But, do you remember how
much you wanted that damned stuff bear? It was deemed the top prize on the runway that year.
Every time I looked up some adorable little girl was sweetly hugging one, except I knew I was
not ever going to be one of them. (father thought games were a waste of money)
That night continued, and our little family trudged forward into Never NeverLand, finding a fun
house with fabulous goofy mirrors and hard to walk up floors (they were tilted), but I got scared
because of the freaky clown standing next to the funhouse; he looked directly at me and asked,
“did you have fun little girl?” ugh really? Dad bought us cotton candy and I forgot that freak for
second. We rode all the tiny rides because of my little brother and my parents
hated rollercoasters; that made me happy though. I love a little train and I rode a car that looked
like a ladybug! Back then no one cared if you were 12, they saw you were having fun, they left it
alone. Well, it was getting late and we were getting ready to go home, we were getting crabbie.
By the time we got to the car, my little brother was already asleep on my dad’s shoulder. Both
my other brother and myself were asleep before we left that parking lot.
That night our merry-go-round dreams turned into magical memories, stuffed bear or no; I thank
you mom and dad.