A Carousel Ride

I'm a sucker for carousels. Maybe because it conjures a child-like romanticism that is innocent and untainted.

When I think of carousels, I think of a theme park on a spring night, with the smell of candy floss and popcorn filling the air, music and warm lights, queues of children and adults, some having hotdogs, some with sticky fingers chuckling and talking.

I remembered very vaguely as a child, having visited Clarke Quay, (when they still had the advernture boat ride attraction where you take a boat and go through the tunnels which has exhibits on both sides meant to scare you a bit) and going on a carousel. That was my first time and I've not been on one since. Well, excluding the time I was made to sit on a painted horse for a picture at Luna Park in Sydney for the supplement shoot, I have never actually completed rounds on one. So I am romanticising what it'd be like to be on a carousel.

Recently, I bought a musical carousel from a pushcart at Suntec City. It's handpainted and very pretty (and expensive too!). I like listening to it and watching the horses rotate. It just makes me happy. The way sunflowers do. If money can buy happiness, this is one example of how it did.

I was just thinking, it'd be fun to start a collection. So by the time I'm old and wrinkly, I'd have an antique collection of carousels from around the world!

Hmm...I chanced upon this website and picked out my top 8 favourite carousels. My favourite is the one featured in the last picture on the top row, because the carousel is inside the carriage, which makes it different.

Because I'm so in love with carousels, I'm writing a play with it in mind.

I'm stuck at Scene 2.

Sigh.