Bespoke Traveler

The shrieks of laughter draw me in. As the evening sun prepares to drop behind the pendulum tower I happen upon a park teeming with children and their families. Tunes, honks, and bells from different directions blend together to form a mellifluous song I think I have heard before. The aroma of smoking grills and sweets fills the air.

The shrieks of laughter take me back. I am knee-high in stature so everything looks gargantuan. The man on stilts soars up to the clouds; the leaping horses on the carousel are life-sized; the pink cotton candy I hold overtakes my head. It is a familiar scene and yet each year that my family brought me to the carnival a strange world unfolded.

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