Tara was a unique girl. Only in the 8th grade but wiser than most adults around her. Life had thrown plenty of obstacles at her, each harder than the previous, but her resolute and free-spirited nature ensured she did not fall short and overcame them all. There was this one thing about Tara that most wondered about. It was something peculiar, strange, or just rather weird and confusing. Tara used to visit the abandoned theme park which was situated just a few 100 meters away from her residence every single evening. Now what in the world would make an innocent girl visit an abandoned theme park every evening? It's dangerous, dark, scary, and most definitely something likely to send chills up your arms and legs. This little unusual and odd habit of hers although did turn some heads, it didn't stop anyone from loving her less.
Let us take a look into Tara's mind for a while to understand where this strange habit comes from. It was 6 in the evening, the time I usually leave for the theme park. I know what they all think and I totally see where they're coming from. Any sane person would ponder over the fact that a little girl goes to an abandoned theme park every day. As I walk toward the rusty Ferris Wheel, I feel the same old nostalgic longing and pain in my heart. That familiar pain would always hit me with the same intensity every day if not the same, maybe more some evenings. I look at the oxidized metal of the Ferris Wheel seats, everyone else would just see a useless mechanical structure, but I see my older sister and me laughing at the top, as the Ferris wheel spun. Only God knew how much I missed her. Even though I knew she was gone forever in my mind, my heart still hoped and longed to see her and maybe just have a little chat. Maybe not now, maybe in a parallel universe or in a different life altogether.
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