One fine Saturday, I went down to the carnival. I bought two rolls of tickets. First I decided to go on the Ferris Wheel. It was high up, but I didn’t care. I saw the whole carnival. Then I went over the concession stand to get some cotton candy and a soda. After that I went on the Round Up but that was pretty short. Then I went on the Moon walk and stayed on two tickets long. Then I was tired.
So I hopped on the Scrambler. Then I noticed the Flying Swings. I got off and went on one of the outside swings. The motor started and I was going around and around. For some reason, I felt the bottom of the swing, something that felt like a knob. I pushed it. All of a sudden the chain unhooked and I started to go up, just as if I was a balloon and someone let go of my string. Well any way, I went up about 10 feet. Everyone stared at me even the guys that ran the rides were looking up at me. I went up a little higher so I was even with the Ferris Wheel. I said, “Stop!” and the swing stopped.
I heard a fat lady say, “What shall we do, should we call the telephone company?” That really helps matters, doesn’t it? Everyone was worried all except me. I was having a ball! I could see almost all of Higganum! The people of the Middletown Press and the Hartford Courant came to take pictures and to write articles on me.
The Eye Witness news team came down and did a report on me. Then a special telegram went to the President of the United States. Mr. Ford came by helicopter. He landed on the Higganum Green. Then he saw me and said to me, “How on earth did you get up there?” I started to explain but everybody started shaking hands and asking him for autographs.
So I pushed the bottom and said, “Take me back home.” So I went back home. “Don’t believe me then.” That’s what I said when I told my family. Then my sister said, “What do you have to prove it?” Then I went to my room and got the swing then told it to glide down the stairs and go straight to the family room. It did. My family was astonished. “It was all run by a machine, see the knob and wires?” I said. I looked around at the swing’s bottom seat. On it was a mark that said, “Hollywood California, filming.” It must have been in a place where they had made movies. I wrote to The Middletown Press and to the Courant to get things cleared up. The end.
Do you remember when you were ten? What were you like? What did you do for fun? Write yourself a letter from your ten year old self to your present day self. What would he or she say to you? Advise you to do?