My Night At The Funfair

The night I went to the funfair my senses had overwhelmed me; they were attacking me inside, from all directions. I felt trapped, as though I was stuck in an everlasting twister. Then, to one side whilst spinning round and round the array of fluorescent lights with colours flickering in and around my eyes, blinding me with their brightness I saw it, the field of fun! The lights were viciously glowing, winking like a lighthouse through the cracks of thick fog, shimmering upon the metallic surfaces creating a feisty glow, painting the sky with a pallet of colours which enlightened the darkness above.

The overwhelming fragrances of sickly-sweet candyfloss mixed with unflattering odours of fat and grease bubbling vigorously in the fryers attacking my insides causing my stomach to turn. The scrumptious aroma of popcorn has got my taste buds and is tingling down the back of my throat. I’m gasping at the enormous roller coaster with the tiny black dummies waving their arms around helplessly and screaming-over and over again drowning out the unfamiliar tunes playing from the juke box.

Never ending queues weaved and meandered through the swarm of people away from the attractions in a random route. People, families, boyfriends and girlfriends stand idle and lethargic, waiting in line patiently for the hurricanes of fear and enjoyment to ride upon them, listening to the squeals of both horror and excitement increasing in volume as the ride turns and twists, goes round the loop-de-loop and curves in every direction.

The cacophony of differently pitched screams, screeches and yelps are piercing through my eardrums, like the Tower of Babel. However, not all of what I can hear is beastly. The cheeky giggles of children an...

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...vy urban dance tracks accompanying the rides are making my heart wallop so hard that I can’t stop jumping up and down with the unbalanced rhythm. As the night gets eerie and cold, the deafening screams and screeches slowly gets quieter and tranquil. The rides come to a halt. One by one the lights turn off leaving the twinkling stars to once again regain their glory. Exhausted, flushed faces rush past each other over the drink cans and crisp packets that lay lazily embedded and forgotten about on the underfoot of the mosaic of feet of people rushing to reach the exit before the huge congestion takes place. The humidity of the swarms of people starts to make my skin feel clammy. My parents, my friend and I follow the rest of the exhausted crowd towards the large gates. I clutch my new friend to my chest and glide happily out of the gates, into the mysterious darkness.