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Turning in all directions, I find myself enchanted by fantastic, dazzling lights . . .

The sky looks like an engrossing ombre painting illuminating a country fairground. People are
scattering everywhere in excitement, unsure of which ride to try first. Children drag parents from
one stall to another with relentless determination.

Everyone seems happy at the fair. Laughter can be heard from all generations, young and old.
There is something for everyone, even the big wimps who prefer to just watch and take it all in. Long,
loud screams can be heard high up in the sky as the whirling, twirling rides spin people faster and faster;
higher and higher. Some rides seem to touch the clouds, so high that you have to strain your neck to see.

The smell of meat chokes the air. Hot dogs and burgers are every where I turn. The intense smell of food
mixes with the smell of the fuel from the rides and the numerous trucks that transport the fairground from
town to town. Nothing can quite compare with the wondrous smell of doughnuts. It makes your mouth
water in anticipation and causes your nostrils flare.

I can taste the pink sugary candy floss dissolving in my mouth and floating down my throat.
The crisp salty chips in my mouth are drowning the taste of the sugary candy floss I have just devoured.

I can feel children bumping and bashing into me as they run around playing tag while the parents are
having a conversation. My stomach churns as I spin around and around on the chairoplanes, I think I’m
gonna be SICK!