May 1945.
“Hurry Sally, I want to ride the merry-go-round.”
She caught up with me and grabbed my hand. With shoe taps clicking on the pavement, we ran toward the carousel. The smell of popcorn filled the air.
I got on a white prancing horse with red and green trappings. Sally hopped on a sleek black steed. With hand over hand, we held onto a brass poll.
Gleefully, we rode up and down to the tune, “The Merry-Go-Round Broke Down.”
Afterward, we ate pink cotton candy. It was a wonderful day at the fair.
“Hurry Sally, I want to ride the merry-go-round.”
She caught up with me and grabbed my hand. With shoe taps clicking on the pavement, we ran toward the carousel. The smell of popcorn filled the air.
I got on a white prancing horse with red and green trappings. Sally hopped on a sleek black steed. With hand over hand, we held onto a brass poll.
Gleefully, we rode up and down to the tune, “The Merry-Go-Round Broke Down.”
Afterward, we ate pink cotton candy. It was a wonderful day at the fair.
