Alex S.

It Changed Me

That sweet, gratifying smell of blue and pink fluffy clouds on a stick,
Mixed with the salty yet scrumptious taste of yellow corn,
Is how I know the carnival has come back home.

There have been more “firsts” at this carnival than the number of fingers on my left hand.
Here was the first time I tried the oily, fried, sugary pastry known as fried dough.
It was hot, and greasy, and tasted unbelievable, like nothing I had ever tried before.
It changed me.

The first time I was allowed to go out with my friends but without my parents was at this carnival.
I felt as free as an eagle soaring over the Grand Canyon that night.
No ropes to tie me down and no dad hovering over me like a mosquito buzzing in my ear.
It changed me.

At this carnival was the first time I won one of those massive stuffed bears.
I can clearly remember that dart, sharp and pointed, like the stinger of a bee,
Releasing from my right hand and hitting the target with a loud THUMP.
It changed me.

The first time I went on a roller coaster was at this carnival.
With the utmost fear trickling through my seven year old veins,
I stepped into the cart and zipped away faster than Speedy Gonzalez.
It changed me.

I entered a haunted house for the first time at this carnival.
Terror struck my face as blatantly as lightening strikes a tree.
With eyes as wide as an kid in a candy store, the cart started to drift inside.
It changed me.

My first kiss was at this carnival.
I was as nervous as a man ready to sky dive out of a plane,
It was horrifying, but still unforgettable, my first kiss on the monstrous Ferris wheel.
It changed me.


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