It was a crisp fall day, with perfect blue skies and just a slight relaxing breeze. For the Jensen family, it was the perfect day for the down-town festival. Mom and Dad were loading up the car. Lily, the eldest child, was sitting in the passenger seat, messing with the radio. Megan, the middle child, was sitting in the drivers seat yelling at her sister to stope mssing with the radio. That left Connor, the youngest child and only boy. He was sitting on the front stoop, watching all of this action. He is a very observant six year old. His two older sisters finally stopped fighting.
"Connor, can you please get in the car?" his mother called. "We're really leaving this time,I promise."
Connor's mother said that they were leaving about an hour ago. He dragged himself to the car and they left.
When they got to the festival, Connor's eyes went wide just from what he saw out his window of the car.
"Isn't it great, Con?" his father asked.
Immediately after they stepped foot on the festival grounds, the two older girls were hounding their parents for money.
"We're meeting at the car at eight sharp!" their mother called out as the girls disappeared into a group of friends.
Connor and his parents went on the Tug-Tug Turtles, the bumper cars and boats, and went in the haunted house. However, the family couldn't seem to find Connor's favorite ride, the old time favorite. The Carousel.
Then all of a sudden as they neared the exit to the fair, Connor's eyes spotted a room type box set up on the corner of the field. They decided to check it out.
Inside the room was a carousel looking ride, but it seemed to be for older children. Loud rock music was blasting from speakers that were set up all around the room. The ride was going faster than a normal carousel, and it was green and black painted. Connor wanted to go on it anyway.
He later realized that some rides are worth waiting for, as he spent 20 mintues with his head in the trash can closest to the ride exit.
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