239. The Carnival
Every June, my old elementary school has a
on its ground. This has been happening since
was a little boy. I used to have
much fun there. It was amazing. It had
like the Ferris wheel and the flying teacups.
Ferris wheel was this huge wheel that carried
people in a giant circle above the rest
the carnival. I remember the first time I
on it when I was 7 years old.
had been begging my mom for months to
me ride it.
"Please, mom, please. I'm big
now," I would scream. However, she kept saying, "
're too young, Billy. Maybe one day." Of course,
-year-old kids have short memories. I kept asking over
over again until she finally said okay, but
said she was going with me. "I'm a
boy, mom. I can go alone," I said.
would not agree. "We're going together, or not
all," she said. And of course I said
When the big day came, I was so
. I almost had an accident while waiting in
. The guy who was seating people kept saying "
" as more and more people got on and
line kept shrinking. His shouts of "Next" kept
louder and louder and I knew my time
coming up. When we finally reached the end
the line, it felt like I waited a
, we got on and put on our seat
. I was excited and afraid at the same
. Then it started.
I went so high up
the air that I got dizzy. My stomach
to turn, and I felt like throwing up.
was just too fast and too high for
. I didn't get sick, but I was sure
I was on the ground again when I
my mom, "Please don't send me up there