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I hate carnivals.
I can't even look at them if I'm driving by.
No one understands when I look away.

I went to one with my father when I was young,
My stepbrother and stepsister really wanted to go,
I wanted to go home. I didn't want to be with them anymore.
We were at that carnival for hours and hours on end.
The whole time every time I would find my father I would cry to go home,
I would cry to call my mother,
I would cry and cry and he would just hug me and say
"No, you're having fun with Vicky aren't you?
and my stepsister would grab my hand and run off to do something else.
It was 12 by the time we left.

I got home at 1, the first thing I remember is pulling into the driveway
and noticing my grandparents car.
I have never seen my grandfather be so angry
or move to quickly to get me away, from anything.