Personal Narrative: County Fair Home

Dad said midnight and unless Darrell could fly, I was headed for real trouble. Darrell and I chose to go to county fair and like every cliché couple, we had it set to go at sundown in order to get the perfect Instagram post. Luminous pinks, yellows, and blues sparkled a mile out as we caught our exit to enter the fair grounds. Vibrations under our toes grew heavier and heavier as we got closer to the entrance and with a $12 stamp on our right hand we ventured out on running feet. We spent our night soaring high and low with dangling feet, carrying weightless bags of fluffy, crystallized sugar as heavy gusts of wind hosed us leaving the aroma of fresh, crisp funnel cakes. Captivated by parading aisles of games had us lose complete track of time.
We stumbling to the closest exit with racing hearts, a quick surge of adrenaline and the sidewalk blurred below us as we jumped inside Darrell’s car. Still trembling, I sat back with sweaty palms as Darrell began to accelerate and BOOM. Shattered glass, ripped fabric, and wrecked remains blasted everywhere in sight. With shards of glass pierced through my skin and no phone to reach, I cried out for help snotting and spitting.