American Fair Narrative

From the distance I saw lights spinning in the dusk, I heard a tune as if someone was waiting anxiously for a jack in the box to pop out, and the smell of fresh popcorn found its way to my nose. At age nine these sights and sounds were part of movies and television, but now almost ten years later I was heading to my first American fair.
Jitters that seemed to be stuck in my lower stomach while I restlessly waited in a long line to enter the fairgrounds resembled the feelings I had the first time I ever stepped foot on American soil. The feeling was of anticipation and uncertainty, but I loved this sensation because I knew I was about to embark on a journey that would be unforgettable. My family made the decision to pack our bags, leaving our