Before leaving the carnival, I stopped by to see Spider Girl. She was either quiescent or hadn’t put her makeup on yet because the tent flaps were pulled shut.
I watched as a disappointed boy stared up at her monster-size face, mesmerized by her penetrating gaze and by – well, the rest of her.
I could hear Elliott weighing his choices.
Rainbow Chaser or Spider Girl?
“Elliott!”
Rainbow Chaser or Spider Girl?
As I flew away, Elliott was sliding down the Rainbow Chaser, creating a memory with a same-day expiration date.
What he’d never forget, though, is the Big What If -- the mysterious, twilight-zoney feel of almost meeting the Spider Girl.
I wonder how the silky threads of missed childhood adventures influence adult civility.
Rainbow Chaser or Spider Girl?
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