You Lift Me Up

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On the way home

Dad drives past the place

where the city's festival

is held every spring.

Jackson took me

to the carnival.

We rock-and-rolled

on the roller coaster

and French-kissed

on the merry-go-round

and laughed hysterically

on the hammerhead.

We ate corn dogs

and curly fries

and raspberry scones.

"I want one of those!" I said,

pointing to the big stuffed teddy bears

hanging above the

MILK CAN SOFTBALL TOSS.

Jackson stuck his chest out

and said, "No problem!"

Twenty dollars later

I was stuck with

a teeny-tiny

yellow

stuffed

snake.

"How appropriate," Jackson told me.

"These guys are so slimy.

'Step right up!

We'll take all your money,

and even better,

make you look like a loser

in front of your girlfriend!"

I laughed

and told him

I loved my

teeny-tiny snake

and who needs

a big, old teddy bear

anyway,

when I have a perfectly good boyfriend

to cuddle with.

With his last dollar,

he turned to the man

selling balloons

and bought me

a red one.

"A balloon and a snake?

This is my lucky day!"

But as he reached out

to hand me the balloon,

I didn't quite have a grip

on the string.

As we watched                                                                       and away

the balloon                                                                       up

float                                                                     up

                                                                 up

Jackson whispered into my ear,

"Ava,

you are my helium."

He was always good at

making the best of things.

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