The New World
There was no internet then and the bright lights beckon..
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The New World
1960's
The old Sikh gatekeeper looked at our tickets with suspicion, he knew we were always trying to sneak in, but after that he gave us a toothy smile and waved us on.
We were wondering why the lady at the shooting gallery did not cut her fingers on all that broken glass but the little yellow metal ducks were all in a really bad shape.
Mick smuggled a stick into the Haunted Train Ride and afterwards told us that ghosts could scream in pain and swear bad words after he whacked one with the said stick.
Shan wanted an ice-cream, the seller was waving his bell like a magic wand, but there was really not enough cash amongst us, and i passed her my half bottle of soda.
At the bumper car rides, we watched the older boys and girls flirting with each other, their hands all over the place except the steering wheels and i held Shan's hand tighter.
In the dance hall, the women in their tight kerbayas were bored, waiting for the men to press a ticket to their hands, all the while the band was playing joget and cha-cha.
A light rain was falling on us, the night hastily gathering its clouds, the people shuffling to the exits, and the carousels and teacup rides stood empty in the dimming lights.
07/06/2020
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When I was a kid, my uncle brought me to this huge amusement park, full of lights and rides. "This is called the New World", he said, "Just what Columbus called when he discovered the Americas".
Of course Columbus didn't discover the Americas. But this New World near our home certainly had many interesting sights to explore. So me and my pals had spent many fun days and nights there.
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2020
The New World
1960's
The old Sikh gatekeeper looked at our tickets with suspicion, he knew we were always trying to sneak in, but after that he gave us a toothy smile and waved us on.
We were wondering why the lady at the shooting gallery did not cut her fingers on all that broken glass but the little yellow metal ducks were all in a really bad shape.
Mick smuggled a stick into the Haunted Train Ride and afterwards told us that ghosts could scream in pain and swear bad words after he whacked one with the said stick.
Shan wanted an ice-cream, the seller was waving his bell like a magic wand, but there was really not enough cash amongst us, and i passed her my half bottle of soda.
At the bumper car rides, we watched the older boys and girls flirting with each other, their hands all over the place except the steering wheels and i held Shan's hand tighter.
In the dance hall, the women in their tight kerbayas were bored, waiting for the men to press a ticket to their hands, all the while the band was playing joget and cha-cha.
A light rain was falling on us, the night hastily gathering its clouds, the people shuffling to the exits, and the carousels and teacup rides stood empty in the dimming lights.
07/06/2020
**********
When I was a kid, my uncle brought me to this huge amusement park, full of lights and rides. "This is called the New World", he said, "Just what Columbus called when he discovered the Americas".
Of course Columbus didn't discover the Americas. But this New World near our home certainly had many interesting sights to explore. So me and my pals had spent many fun days and nights there.
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2020
posted by dsnake1 at 9:02 PM
18 Comments:
Luv the magical scene of childhood revisited. Happy Sunday
Much💝love
I really love the vividness of the descriptions. I can practical feel the rain.
Gillena,
thank you! i wondered why i was thinking about those childhood memories when i wanted to write a poem. :)
Magaly,
thank you! yes, those tea cup rides in the rain was surreal. :)
I remember when I was young and teetering on the brink of those discoveries, LOL. Oh the fun times and bad choices.
You took us to the midway, and conjured a lot of youthful memories for me. Thanks!
A fascinating and delightful reminiscence. You thought yourself back into the child's perspective very well.
Oh what a delightful descriptive story of a fun place Reminds me of the fair we had in our town once a year with all the rides and food stalls
How easy it was to recall my own adventures in the funfairs of my youth. What a delightful poem this is.
Rommy,
thank you!
there's always a lot to discover there. :)
Beverly
Thank you! :)
Rosemary,
Thank you! :)
Marja,
thank you!
what i was describing happened a long time ago. :)
Robin,
i guess most of us in our youth have some memorable adventures at the fairs. :)
I grew up in an amusement park town. I want a new world like that again.
this was a fun read. i enjoyed each character's description throughout the stanzas. you are very talented.
Precious memories...
delightful memories
Colleen,
what the kids of today are missing now! over here we have Universal Studios but it is very expensive.
Humblekind Poet,
thank you for the kind comment. just trying to recall some of the childhood friends and their little foibles. :)
Thotpurge,
Thank you! :)
Ashok, thank you! :)
Precious memories!
Indeed!
Thank you, Teacher. :)
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