THE FERRIS WHEEL
As a child, I thought that the Ferris wheel was enormous and I shied away from it. It looked like a giant octopus, with the middle being the body, while the seats looked like the tentacles
Every time it stopped, the tentacle at the bottom would open (the bar) and let people escape. I thought how awful it would be if the octopus decided to open its tentacles at the top. The seat would tip and I would see those up high falling out on to the ground. On the other hand, if the tentacles would stay closed, it would continue to keep going round and without ever stopping.
At night, it was lit up with what seemed like a thousand lights, and I thought it looked like an alien ship from outer space snatching people to take them away.
It is amazing how the mind of a child can fantasize, and as you can tell, I had a vivid imagination.
I rode it once when I was a young teen, but I was so scared. It did not help that whoever was riding with me knew I was afraid. If we stopped at the top, they would always shake the seat. I would hold on for dear life, my fingers clutching the bar so tight that they hurt and I kept my eyes squeezed shut.
My friends thought it was funny, they did not realize the terror I felt.
That was the last time I rode it, now when we go to the park I walk in the other direction of the Ferris wheel.