The smell of cinnamon, sugar, and fried dough wafting through the air. The sounds of music that make me nostalgic for a time I never even lived in. The beautiful lights and buildings lining Main Street USA. There's no where else I would rather be. There's a spring to my step like isn't usually there. I can be anything and anyone here. I love it here. The carousel is our destination. That's always the first ride we go on. The music turns from nostalgic to whimsical as we enter the castle. I long to be there again. I want to find myself in a space of childishness that I miss so much.
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Poetry and Short, Descriptive Stories
PoetryJust some pretty words, emotions, and thoughts put down into poetry. I hope you enjoy!
