I loved the state fair. The smell of the popcorn. The taste of the salted butter. Hearing people scream with joy. The feel of the soft fur of the stuffed animals you win. Seeing couples go on the ferris wheel. I loved the fair so much. Until the accident in 1989 happened. It could've been me, should've been me. But it wasn't. Now I live here with all the guilt to walk away with. Everyone blames me for what happened. If I were them, I would too. I mean a girl sitting with the person on the ferris wheel, and then all of the sudden, the seat falls, and that person dies while the girl walks away unharmed. That 'person' was my 6 year old brother, and that 'girl' was me. He had so much to live for. I still hear his screams and laughter from that night, only to die for my sins. I blame myself. I could have saved him, but I didn't, why?
This book was a school project that developed into an actual book. I finally had the confidence to post it, so here it is.