Encore from the Archives: Carousel

(Originally published in October, 2011)

I’ve always liked older boys.

One summer day long ago my mother took me to the Griffith Park Merry-Go-Round.  I don’t remember if it was my first trip to a merry-go-round, but I remember how excited I was to be able to ride on it by myself.  I felt all grown-up.   Mom gave me enough money to take several rides and then left me to my devices.  I think we went with a friend of hers, and she and her friend went off and chatted while I re-upped on the merry-go-round over and over.

The attendant was a teenager, probably around 15 or 16.  He had long brown hair and a skinny frame.  He didn’t say too much to me at first.  But after my second ride he came to me and told me that I should switch up horses between rides.  So I gleefully went from horse to horse from one cycle to the next.

I remember wishing that he would ride with me and talk to me.  I thought he was rather pretty.  I liked his hair…

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