the spirited child chose the galloping black horse
the shy child chose the painted blue seats
the father chose the smallest horse for his daughter
the mother chose the stationary horse for her son
the grandparents took photos from the other side of the gate
the mirrors bounced distorted reflections in spirals
and the tinny music was ever so slightly off key
I wondered if I was having a flashback, an allergic reaction
or the most lucid moment imaginable.
spanishwoods 
You paint the picture so well 🙂
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Thank you… 🙂
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Stay away from those mushrooms! ! 😉
Wonderful prose!
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Thank you!
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What a fun post, spanishwoods! Greatly enjoyable 🙂
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I’m happy that you liked it. Thank you for stopping by today…
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I loved the ending!
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Thank you!
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