The Carnival

I went to a carnival. The first place I went was to the Fun House. 

It was full of twisted images of what was not right. Scary things kept jumping out at me, and I could not find safety anywhere. I was scared. My hands shook and no one could hear my cries. 

So, I ran from the Fun House because it was not fun for me. 

As I ran out the door, I bumped into a boy. He was cute and kind and saw my tears. 

He said come with me and you will have some fun. So I did. 

He led me to a roller coaster that reached the sky. It was limitless, shiny and full of vibrant colors. I wanted to ride it so badly because it seemed so much better than the Fun House. 

The roller coaster made me laugh and it made me smile. The boy was right. 

But then it stopped at the top of the ride. 

The boy thoughtfully reached in his pocket and pulled out a box for me. 

I opened the box to find four tiny little glass ornaments. They were beautiful. Precious. I smiled with delight at the ornaments shaped as a bear, a bee, a squirrel and a bunny. 

Then the roller coaster started back up. As it began, we passed the Fun House, and I looked into its giant mirror.  I could not recognize myself anymore. Somehow, I had grown. I tucked the ornaments deep into my pocket to keep them secure. I did not want then to break.  

As the ride climbed up this time,, the bar locked. I knew something was wrong but the ride already started. 

It took off faster this time and with more curves. 

I felt like I had no control as it bounced me from side to side like a pinball. 

I tried hard to hold onto my little glass ornaments. Each was precious to me, beautiful, simple and unique. I held the ornaments with one hand and the boy with my other. He also tried to help me hold the ornaments into my pocket. 

We tried hard not to let the force of the rollercoaster crack a single one. 

I tucked them deeper into my pockets hoping for the best as the rain started to pour on our ride. The thunder shook the rails. The lightning jolted the sides and all I could do was look up and pray that somehow I would make it off this rollercoaster with my four little glass ornaments in one piece. 

Then the ride suddenly stopped and we were stuck. Upside down, struggling to hang on, the boy and I, tried our best.  

Soon a  fireman came with his ladder. He grabbed me by the hand and led me down out of the cart. Then He grabbed the boy. 

As I started to breathe again, I remembered my little ornaments. Each so pretty and so unique. I reached in my pocket and started to unwrap them. The boy tried to help. 

First the Bear. It appeared ok. Some chips but no bad damage 

Then the Bee,  it was cracked but still together and would be ok on the shelf. 

The Squirrel was a little rough around the edges with tiny chips but also would be fine on my self. 

Then I reached for the bunny. It was the smallest and most fail, and I cried as I found it cracked and broken. 

I stood in the carnival holding my little ornaments and weeping for my bunny. It’s tiny pieces broken and sharp.  I loved it as much as the rest, I held it and cried as I walked home to place them each of them on my shelf. The boy walked with me. Holding my hand and promising to find some glue to repair the bunny. 

I will never go back to the carnival again. The clowns are scary and the rollercoaster is too rough. Now I go to the mall to ride the carousel instead. Its slower and I will never ever break an ornament there. There the Firemen are always nearby, and I can walk with the boy in peace.