escapingwithprose
Round and curvy, the track was no challenge for me. I had expected torturous mountain peaks and rocky obstacles. Instead, what came about was almost too good to be true--a simple path with no obstacles whatsoever. The only thing I had to do was pump the pedals. I felt the adrenaline rushing through my veins as the track stretched on. While it was a simple track for the most part, the only disadvantage to any biker who used the track was that there were no uphill and downhill parts.
As I stare at the festivities surrounding me, I wonder what I had ever liked about these fake celebrations. What aspect of carnmivals are so delightfully enticing to children? The antique horses, with their shiny paint chipping off? The cotton candy booths, with loud vendors who display bright smiles? What is it about carnivals that brings hordes of people to these noisy, crowded events? The rigged games that each child has their heart set on winning? The stuffed animals that are being given away on each corner? Or is it simply a sense of belonging, a way to escape reality and blend in with happiness and cheery fun as the constellations hang above the sky? Is it a place to let your hopes soar? Are they certain that their gloomy personalities will transform into optimistic, fun loving bundles of smiles for the two hours they attend this show? Are carnivals popular for the security they provide, for the short escape they are?
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