The rides are bright and colorful. People are smiling, laughing, eating as they wait in lines. The games are noisy. Delightful, happy screaming can be heard in the distance. The rides move quickly and frenetically. Huge stuffed animals hang from the arms of big, burly men. There are tears on little ones that just can't seem to win the coveted prize. Sticky fingers. Food encrusted mouths. Babies crashed out in their strollers. Moms that are irritated with the child that just doesn't seem to listen. Mom and dads with cameras hanging from their necks in hopeful anticipation of the lasting memory. Moms that are drinking in the sight of their child's first pony ride. Dads proud of their children for riding that scary rollercoaster. Teenagers moving in packs, oblivious to the world around them. Little girls running with pig tails and colorful dresses. Little boys with tussled hair, wearing their jeans and cowboy boots.
A little girl with wispy blonde hair and the sweetest dress, passes by me. Her thumb in her mouth and her other hand tugging her ear. She looks right at me. She could be my Jamie.
Jamie should be here for her first carnival.
She should be bright eyed and taking in all of the sounds and sights.
She should be here....
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