Sacred Heart Festival

There is something about community carnivals that is autumn and childhood wrapped up in one neat perfect parcel (brown paper with crisp edges, bound with rough twine, for some reason). No matter my age, as soon as I walk through the gates and see all the lights and hear all the carny sounds, I'm ten years old again. Even when I was seven or eight, holding hands with my mom or dad, I somehow felt ten; older then, much younger now.

Three Dances