Violin…elephant…purple…happy…painted

 

It was all most touching me, I was trying to work out what is was as I ran like my life depended on It. Past a happy clown that painted purple elephants on a violin, past a whack a mole machine. I cam to a sudden stop, a crowd of people were blocking the path to a circus tent that held my parents.

It was coming closer, I quickly skidded left. I came to a puffing stop. I tilted my head up, “i lost it” I said in relief. My parents came around the corner, I ran to them and hugged them. what a day it was…