Funfair
The announcement of spring brings with it the promise of childish whims. Adventures to the beach. Picnics in the park. Endless possibilities. But, for the teenagers and the so called ‘adults’ that we call ‘Big Kids’, there is the funfair!
The roar of music. The drums, thumping in the distance, like an elephant that rushes towards them. The bass tingling through their adrenaline-pumped bodies; racing through their blood; streaming through their system; while being blinded by the beaming rays of sunlight.
Arriving at the park with stomachs full of butterflies baited on a high from sheer adrenaline, the punters swarm. Their hands are shaking, their palms sweating; listening to the sounds of the rides as they call out to them.
The screaming children love the thrilling sensation that trickled through their bodies; while the mix of music from ever other ride overpowers the sound of the lone girl crying out for her friends.
The luminous cloudless sky suddenly became sullen; provoking an eerie atmosphere from deep within an opaque sky. The cool breeze slivers around the skin of a young girl, creating goose bumps on top of goose bumps; across her bare, suntanned shoulders. The sunburn felt like sharpened daggers, piercing through her irritated flesh; one...by...one...
Slowly and gently, the sun began to sink beneath the thick, rolling horizon, its amber rays continue to melt and glow like a crimson ink stain on the black abyss of night.
This night is ablaze; luminescent lights invade the attention of every onlooker with a hypnotic glare that mirrors the eyes of the distorted clowns that graced the stalls.
Bodies, young and old, mingle; push and shove. Children shout and cry with glorious glee as yet another stuffed animal became theirs.
Even adults indulge in the appreciation of careless lives amongst the craze; of the funfair. The real world is sent to oblivion.
The punters drift like fireflies towards the blinding lights, entranced in an instant; the worries of the future momentarily forgotten. As they wander, odours of bittersweet caramel battled with the thick weight of greasy fat in a sickly potion of smells. Soft, sweet baby pink clouds of sugar drift past them in the clutches of excited children...it feels really magical.
A cacophony of different pitched screams, screeches and yelps flies into all ears like lightning. It’s a fierce sound that pierces all ear-drums.

The cheeky giggles of children soothe sore ears as the morbid, low-pitched laughter of adults deafen them.
Inhaling the aromas, a young boy sniffs hungrily the succulent, sizzling sausages that are drizzled in delicious, mouth-watering sauce.
An underage teenager; leaning on the side of the rusted, abandoned van; curled like a shrimp, holds a bottle of vodka. Drunken and disorientated, will he even make it home tonight?
Immense, electric lights franticly flash, spin, turn tumble then rapidly change, shooting into the ebony black sky, mascarading as silver colonies of shimmering stars. Like a moth to a flame, the hypnotized audience pushed, shoved and grasped at the magical illusion the merry-go-round was creating, incising them to experience the adrenaline which pumped through their veins, keeping the ride alive. The essence of sweet rippling candy-floss hinted the air, distracting the hyperactive families. A plump, peachy women smiled whilst she elegantly coiled and twisted the fluffy concoction around a stick, playfully perfecting the sugary mixture.

The howls of twenty or so petrified children seated on the 132ft booster encompass the whole fair while a blast of deep base music thumps out a constant beat. Trapped by cold, steel bars people are locked into rides and pushed against the hard, chipped plastic seats. Kids squirm. Uncomfortably, they wriggle around until noticing the thrilling view of the funfair. Gasping in true amazement, a scrawny girl - with two French plaits - points and cries, "Oh mama! Look there!" in her high pitched, squeaking voice. A mammoth of a woman, dressed in pink, replies smiling and tugs her back as if afraid her most precious treasure may fall.

In their young minds, they are hypnotized by the swirling, spinning rides. The rides seem to be calling them from the distance, screaming out for their name, encouraging them to come closer and closer before capturing them and ensnaring their pocket money.