The Ferris Wheel

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Amusement parks can be fun until you get on the WRONG ride!

Submitted: July 30, 2017

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I love amusement parks. I have been fascinated by them since I was a kid. Although I still enjoy them as an adult, I no longer feel comfortable riding  on Ferris Wheels. Here is the reason  why...

I was around ten years old when I made a visit to my favorite Amusement park, Laronde, once an exhibit at Montreal's Expo '67. Every summer, my parents would take me to Laronde so I could ride the Ferris Wheel. It was by far, my favourite ride and I always looked forward to it. On one occasion, riding the Ferris wheel would forever change my life and my overall view of the world...

I was so anxious to get on the ride that at first, my infinite inpatience was beginning to get the better of me, as I slowly loomed ahead to the front of the line, anxiously awaiting for my turn to board. I was going to ride alone in one car so nobody, not even those who rode with me, would bare witness to what was going to take place.  As I finally took my seat, the wheel started to move slowly and I was able to gaze down below, looking  at the amazing view: all those people  seemed so small from up here,  some rushing, while others were simply going about their business: some boarding rides, others eating, the screams heard from the roller coaster off into the distance and the loud, jovial carnival music playing below.  It was so peaceful up here, so tranquil, and very relaxed...nothing could touch me up here.

As the Ferris wheel slowly descended, I noticed something peculiar; my heart started to beat a little faster, beads of sweat dripping from my forehead, I quickly realized that I was no longer in familiar territory. I quickly got off the Ferris Wheel and to my horror, discovered that I was not in my own time line! I was ten at the time so the year should have been 1978, but somehow, I had lapsed in an era unbeknownst to me: I saw people  holding these gadgets/ devices to their ears, some even pressing them with their thumbs and these huge TV screens displayed throughout the park.  I then began to run, dizziness over took me, panic stricken , I began  looking around and around for something familiar. But, nothing was - this environment became very surreal to me, duly noting many differences that I couldn't wrap my head around nor explain.....

I had to get back to my own time line, but how? The only way was to get back on that Ferris Wheel! And so I did....and here I am now, telling you my story about that fateful day. I never told you if I ever returned?  And if I didn't return, you can  readily assume that I am now telling you this story from a time line that is unbeknownst to...YOU!


© Copyright 2017 Mark Reece Healey. All rights reserved.

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