The carnival

the point of view from a girl of the joy of going through the carnival.

All around you there are masses of people racing around the entrance with their maps in hand scurrying to their favourite high speed roller coaster ride; it was like a stampede of rhinos in the middle of the African jungle. You could feel the warm bodies of strangers pressed up against yours shouting at their kids to not wander off. In the distance you could see the runaway mine train ricocheting around the track like a bullet being fired from a barrel. As big golden gates greeted you towards the park, you could almost feel the vibrations going through your bones from children slaughters and squeals of delight. You could just sense the joy in the air like electricity.

Your eyes don’t know where to rest first as colours from baby pink to neon green blow up in your face. Theme parks always have the most creatively decorated stalls. The bustling streets were filled with oohs and aahs. There were rides from beautiful vintage carousels to fifty foot roller coasters. The smell in the air was at the same time fragrant and bitter, as rows and rows of booths radiated the smell of sweet caramel apples and the rusty metallic stench from the rides. The sight and smell was at the same time exuberating and overwhelming. A trickle of excitement goes through your spine and ends at the pit of your stomach as you’re mentally deciding which ride to go on first.

As the sun began to dip beyond the horizon, right lights began to erupt all around me lightening up the darkening evening sky. All the stalls came alive with lights of fury. You could see the faces of everyone light up in amazement as they stared at the vast decorations of luminous signs. Just getting a whiff of the cool carnival night air really shoots energy through your veins. You could smell the deep-fry dough of the corndogs to the hot salted butter popcorns in the refreshing nighttime air.

The best way to end the beautiful nights is sitting atop the Ferris wheel looking down at the picturesque view, having food in your hands and just enjoying the blasting colours of the firework display. As the Ferris wheel slowly takes you to the top, you can feel your muscles relax and unwind. When you’re up there floating in the air, everything around you seems so miniscule. You can feel the stress and pressure slip away from the tips of your fingers.

The fireworks produced an assortment of splendid colours. The whole view was unquestionably a sight worth remembering. It was greeted by a chorus of cheers as the fireworks rocketed in a blasting roar. It was truly the night’s highlight.

Author's Note

this is a descriptive essay of going through the carnival