MEMORINCE OF MEM

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Zianna Bueno writes, “Popccornnnn, Candy , lemonade, here! HERE!”, street vendors bargained, phrases and colors dazzled your eyes and ears.

“Popccornnnn, Candy , lemonade, here! HERE!”, street vendors bargained, phrases and colors dazzled your eyes and ears. Sweet smells were the reason you smiled. You begged your parnets to get you something. Then you went to the rides. Some were scary to you and some fantastic. The horses that passed by , you would pet. Soon you would leave. Wrapped up in a red fuzzy scarf. You tucked in by a coat and the reddest nose. Later you grow up and play some to forget that memory.