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  • Ayan Datta

The Carnival

It was a bright and sunny day in the small town of Millfield, and 10-year-old Max was sitting on the front porch of his house, enjoying the warmth of the sun. Max had been eagerly waiting for this day for weeks, as it was the day of the annual Millfield carnival, and he had been looking forward to it since last year's event.

As Max sat on the porch, he watched the people in the street setting up for the carnival. There were colorful tents, rides, games, and food stands being put up all around him. Max could smell the aroma of hot dogs, cotton candy, and popcorn, and he could hear the sound of laughter and excitement in the air.

Max's parents, Emily and Tom, came out to join him on the porch. "Are you ready for the carnival, Max?" asked Emily, smiling.

"Absolutely! I can't wait to go on the Ferris wheel and try my hand at some of the games," said Max, grinning from ear to ear.

"Well, we'll let you run ahead and have some fun," said Tom. "Just be sure to check in with us every hour, okay?"

"Okay, dad, I will," said Max, as he ran down the steps and onto the street, making his way to the carnival.

Max spent the day going on all the rides, playing games, and eating all the carnival food he could. He won a stuffed animal at the ring toss and rode the Ferris wheel three times in a row. He loved the way the wind whistled through his hair as the ferris wheel moved, exhilaration running through his veins. Max was having the time of his life.

The sky was streaked with shades of orange and red chasing each other through the clouds as the sun departed with its lively entourage of colours. Max remembered his promise to his parents to check in with them every hour. He made his way back to the porch of his house and found his parents sitting outside, watching the stars appear in the sky.

"Hi, Max! Did you have fun at the carnival?" asked Emily.

"I had a blast! I won this stuffed animal," said Max, holding up his prize.

"That's great, Max," said Tom. "Remember, it's time to start winding down for the night. You have school tomorrow, and we don't want you staying up too late."

Max groaned, disappointed that the fun was over for the day. He had been having so much fun, he had forgotten about school. "Okay, dad," he said, heading inside.

Max went to bed that night, still feeling the thrill of the carnival coursing through his body. As he drifted off to sleep, he dreamed of all the fun he would have next year.

The next morning, Max woke up to the sound of his alarm clock, feeling a bit groggy from staying up late. He got dressed and went downstairs to have breakfast with his parents. As he ate his cereal, he couldn't help but think about the carnival and how much fun he had had.

After breakfast, Max went to school. It was a typical day, with classes and homework, but Max couldn't help but feel a bit of excitement in the back of his mind. He knew that the carnival would be back next year, and he couldn't wait to go again.

As the days passed, Max's excitement for the next carnival only grew. He started to plan out what he would do differently next year, what games he would play, and what food he would eat. He even started to save up some money to spend at the carnival. It was always nice to experience that small sense of anticipation for something so very far away, a sort of reward for passing through another year. The carnival was what he dwelt on when he was bored in class, the carnival was what he thought of when he felt the rising fear of oncoming examinations; the carnival was his go to memory for every generic essay he was forced to write.

At last, the day of the carnival arrived again. Max woke up early and headed outside, where the carnival was being set up. The familiar brilliantly coloured tents were rising to the sky. The beloved ferris wheel gleamed in the light of the brightening day and the same old aroma of grilled cheese rose through the air. He saw all the same stalls, rides, games, and food stands as the year before, and he felt a sense of familiarity and excitement knowing that this day would be the best one yet.

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