As the sun begins to dip below the horizon
We arrive at the once-deserted parking lot
Now unrecognizable as it is filled with every ride imaginable
The window in the tiny white trailer level with our faces
Money turns into paper tickets, eighty in all
Little voices call out, 'Me first! Me first!'
Passing out tickets to five grabbing hands
Danielle crosses the soft hay covered ground
Climbing the bright pink strawberry
A gentle hum and the fruit begins to spin
Faster and faster the colours outside blur together
Ella and Brooke climb aboard a pirate's ship
Flimsy belts cross their waists and click into place
Slowly rocking back and forth gaining speed
Seeming to fly forward off the track
Rebecca wanders through the bustling crowd
Wary of the bright lights and spinning machines
Finally stopping near the smell of cinnamon and sugar
Soft, sweet dough slightly hot to the touch
Jamie walks along rows of little shacks
Fluffy animals dangle from the ceilings
Finally stopping to shoot tiny trolls with spurts of water
Leaving with the biggest animal of them all
Together they meet at a table under a tiny tent with a few chairs
Glancing at the books and choosing tiny animals
Drawn on with cool brown ink
Staing the skin orange
They leave the bright lights and humming machines
Each clutching fuzzy animals and glossy red spheres on sticks
Their pink animals are covered in sticky plastic
Crinkling as they walk home
