4th of July Carnival

I can hear the screams of happy children a block away from the square It is the fourth of July, the only day we have a carnival in our town The tilt-a-whirl and the Ferris wheel are in their usual places. How they manage to do this the same way every year is astounding. Barkers are begging us to give up our dimes; I keep walking. All of my money is going for rides, and cotton candy – hopefully pink. It is crowded already; old people are sitting in lawn chairs watching. Kids are running in and out of the crowd. Blinking lights are everywhere. There is such happiness here; my heart gives a bit of a jump. People are smiling from every direction. There are strollers and mommies. We walk rapidly past them to get the next seat on the Ferris wheel. It is always a magical day when the carnival comes – July 4th, every single year.