It took forever for the cold ruthless air to sink in and even when it did, it wasn’t really gone. It followed me everywhere like a second shadow, one that followed me in the dark one, that I could never escape. Even under all the layers it would find me. Taught me and disappear into the pitch black sky. At first I wanted to come now I had doubts. The cold air tingled my scalp, It’s not going to be fun. my mind was constantly telling me this and now I was starting to believe it. That one sentence was ringing in my head,  After all this time I had been waiting for hoping for this night and now it came and it broke my heart. It wasn’t because of the fair it was because of It  that wretched little…. 

I clenched my fists that dreadful cold. It shakes me up and down until I only chatter. 

 My sister was skiping around SINGING, I scoffed.

“Tell me cat, how are you not cold,” I said 

“Magic,” she said then stuck her toung out              .

“I hate you cat” I groaned

“Tell me something I don’t know,” she sang.

“Uggggggggghhh” I said through gritted teeth.

We walked closer and closer getting colder and colder when we reached the entrance I saw a church and my doubts got strong almost taking over overwhelming me. I was heating up. This is going to be the worst fair in the world. This is going to be the worst fair in the world. I thought sourly, but then I saw carnival lights. I got a little less uncertain but my attitude didn’t change a bit just because there are lights doesn’t mean it’s fun. Then the cold came back as vile as ever sucking all the warmth out of me like a vacuum cleaner and replacing it with the cold damp air I was so afraid of. But the only thing I hated more that my cold, spitfull, villainous, and malicious shadow was disappointment that deep dark hole I could never seem to get out of was what I felt right then.

I had to face it : disappointment. The one thing I hated most had to be hiding in what I wanted most and rotting my hope away. I wanted to have fun I really did but I was too stubborn constantly telling myself it wasn’t going to be fun. The thing I had waited for for so long was sucking me into that pit trapping me in the darkness and leaving. Everytime I tried to step towards the carnival lights they seemed to go farther back like they were running away. I was disappointed in the lines that held me back from having fun the long curved snakes seeming to never end so we could never get tickets. Looking around at other people having fun and not me made me insanely jealous. Not having any fun whatsoever was like feeding oil to a fire, making it worse. The hole was swallowing me up and spitting me out repeatedly making me want to run away and hide from the disappointment I was going to find waiting. Cat’s palm took mine. My mom, sister, brother, and I locked hands, fingers laced into one another walking into light.

I actually started to have fun looking through all the boutique shops and stores of greek goods but still the bitter cold followed me every step I took every turn I made the disappointment In me slowly started to wear of slowly it shed but still My disappointment was still bitter like red wine slowly corrupting me but I kept persisting. I was finally having fun after all that worrying. I wasn’t going to let that fun go and while I was thinking about it, I thought about all the times I had been disappointed for nothing this place was fun and I had to face it I was too stubborn. I was disappointed when there was no hazelnut ice cream and I made a huge deal about it and I actually liked the flavor I had. The time when my mom put out my new shoes to dry and then it rained but she could just wash them again. I really felt bad that I was being too stubborn so I grabbed a hat- I couldn’t be a kid forever, I needed to have some fun.

“Cat check this out” I called as I slapped on the beige hat with a black bow I posed and put one hand on my hip and made a duck face.

“Ha ha very funny-”

“Look at me” my sister called pulling a black one from the pile interrupting my brother jumping up and landing in a ballet pose-then a duck face.

“War!” My brother screamed charging toward us. We toppled onto the ground laughing. I had learned one thing on this trip it’s best to have fun and not scowl on the sidelines thinking about how stupid a fair was.

 My family and I stood in the middle of the entire square. My dad came and stood with us, he had finally got off the line for waiting for the loukoumades. He was holding a pearly white box and handed us each a toothpick. When papa opened the box the first warm feeling came to me. Loukoumades were a Greek type of fried dough in other words joy. Honey drizzle on top of each perfectly golden oval and dusted cinnamon. Each bite made me want more the soft chewy dough of sugar and spice. While watching the night sky one arm wrapped around my mom’s shoulder I realized all this time I had been stubborn for nothing. I loved my family and that was all I really needed. As the first firework shot into the air suddenly I wasn’t so cold.