Originally written for a creative journal in high school on 9-14-06. I changed the point of view, names, and some of the language when typing it up.
1o-year-old, lanky haired and limbed Natalie, dressed up in a peasant skirt with plastic flowers in an arch over her corn colored hair. Dark haired, doe-eyed Linnette and mousey Janet, also 10, were dressed up in the same fashion with different patterned skirts and different colored flowers. They walked through the archway painted with the words “Renaissance Fair.” Their younger siblings trailed after; the girls in skirts as well and the boys in modern clothing: dark-haired quiet Ben and pale quiet Jon, talkative Susan, and the baby of the group, adorable Anna.
Their toes became dusty along the dirt paths lined by opened buildings made out of stone and wood. Adults strolled by in fancy costume or rags, making the children open their eyes wide. It was a dream, a fairy tale they heard from their parents and saw on their television screens. The English men and ladies with eloquent tongues laughed with their giggles. The peasant skirts twirled around the girls’ legs, feeling rich as silk across them. The ribbons trailing off their crowns of flowers floated in the summer breeze in little waves of burgundy and green.
The smell of turkey legs filled the whole fair and the meat filled their small bellies along with fried dough. Natalie, who had just turned a decade old and today was celebrating it, got an audience with the queen, Queen Elizabeth. She received a special bracelet to commemorate her birthday. The metal objects filled with plastic paper clicked from side view as she held out her wrist for the gift. They would click as the children stuck their heads within the gallows and got hugs from the mud wallowers and knights. They would click as one mother shoved a tomato in a man’s face for the price of a dollar.
Besides the metal clicks and sometimes electric flash, the modern world was elsewhere today. The young children were back in a time they hardly knew anything historical about but as years went by and they returned they would understand what was fact and fiction. They would grow to learn within another decades of birthdays that letting one be immersed in a different world temporarily was a great way to escape, unwind, and appreciate one’s current world. On this day, for 10-year-old Natalie and her childhood friends and their siblings, it was a full day of make-believe with people of all ages and it was fantastic.
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