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Descriptive essay - theme park

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Describe the scene and atmosphere when you visit a theme park,
fairground or carnival.
The sweltering heat seemed to mitigate as brilliant blue sky mellowed into a placid
orange, the salty sea breeze spraying onto the light brown boardwalk. The pink
cotton candy sticks were like the feathery clouds dotting the sky, but those clouds
above weren't nearly as sugary or fluffy. Only static black thread and toothpicks
molded into an infant’s building blocks from afar, the bright multicolored lights
flashed here and there on the solid spinning structures as I gaped in awe from the
mobbed ticket booth.
Shrill screams burst out. Creaking metal clash. Clowns guffawed. But together, with
the jovial, timeless carnival music accompanied by giggles of laughter from prancing
children, a mellifluous tune was composed. Overwhelmed by a strong scent, I
became a hound dog, searching for the source - was it the gooey, cheesy-caramel
mix of popcorn? Or wafts of the rich, indulgent burger flowing from the small cafe?
A man held the sides of a filthy tall trash can, retching, his face dunked in, his whole
body wriggling like a caterpillar. Food - later.
Like a thin stream of ants to a lollipop, people trickled into line, which was getting
longer than the 250 foot drop itself, and would take longer than four seconds.
Chattering like monkeys, they were oblivious to the lengthy stretch, prattling on
and on about the supreme banana that they would experience in around an hour.
They were as enraged as bears as I flashed my VIP pass, gritting their teeth as if
ready to take a bite out of me. And I, like a fluffy rabbit, hid my face and scuttled
quickly away from the scowls of the predators.
Floating with the clouds, the ferris wheel was a rolling bracelet, the water slide a
twisted loop of string, the cable cars moving marbles. It looked just as small and tidy
as the map on my brochure - ah! I had felt weightless - my stomach was in my
throat, my sweaty hands clenched the seat, my eyes popped open. I was shaking
like a tambourine, yet a wide grin rested on my face, like my comrades.
Giant fluffy bears, elephants, and dogs, their arms outstretched, beckoned me over
to small shops, where money was sure to go down the drain. The ring was to be
placed on the giant open mouth, and three would result in a perfect marriage - me
and my lion. One, two and three! I had emerged victorious from the exhilarating
battle. Lugging my trophy around as a sign of great skill (perhaps luck), licking a
triple-scooped rocky road ice cream cone, envy shone on every child’s face as they
gawked at me. I lived the life of a child as an adult, for that brief evening.
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