The first time I walked with a boy
I was twelve.
I had never walked this way before,
So graceful and elegant.
Putting meaning into
Every step,
Every look,
Was accompanied by
A nostalgic blush.
We walked through the series of teacup rides,
Bumper cars, merry go rounds, and carnival games
And, of course the huge, and colourfully lit,
Ferris wheel.
The atmosphere loud and filled with
Screams and laughter jumbled together,
With pinging sounds of games, and chugging machinery
As roller coasters whooshed by.
It was spring,
May
The happiest of months.
A smell of cotton candy and sugar grazed
The tip of our noses.
He had a sweet walk
Every step
As goofy as can be
We walked by the fun house mirrors
Side by side
With lemonade freshly poured
Within the grasp of our hands.
The sway of our fingertips had knocked against each other slightly,
He looked at me and smiled
A smile that made me blush even more
Than I already was.
We had made our way onto the squeaking metal stairs
Leading to the swaying cart of the
Ferris Wheel.
We circled all the way up to the very top and
Paused.
The entire park could be seen,
The too-loud music could
Still be heard with singing bells
As accompaniment.
Even with the busyness of the ground below
The only thing I focused on was
The calmness of him.
I longed for him to look at me the way
I looked at him,
And just then
He reached over and clasped
My hand
And the ride began to circle us back
To the ground.
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