Waiting in line for this ride in stifling heat, I thought, this isn’t worth it! The kids are restless, whiny and all of us need water. The line seems interminable and even though we’ve been separated into groups of twenty, I hope we all get on the next “flight”. The kids have been looking forward to this for a while.
This season’s County Fair activities have been the usual fun. However, this ride is new to our small town, but the carnival itself has been an annual event. The man standing next to the separation of ropes is marvelously dressed as a space man, looking quite authentic….as if any of us had ever seen a man from space. Of course we had seen the astronauts when they returned from the moon. There was a grand ticker tape parade held in their honor.
The saucer shaped vehicle started humming and a door slid open. We filed in and the door closed. Masks dropped down from above and an automated voice told us to put them on. We suddenly felt lighter. Looking out the circular window, I was amazed to see us leaving the ground at great speed, and exclaimed, “We’re flying!”
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Love this Cheryl 😊
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‘The masks drop’ create a moment of uncertainty, and then, the story moves smoothly. Superb!
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