The neon lit Ferris wheel announced to all the fair was in town. I thought it would be a nice diversion to get some cotton candy, and perhaps try my luck at the dart games that evening. The people milled about, clothed in warm attire to ward off the chill of the evening, as the kids excitedly screamed while riding the colossal Ferris wheel.
The aroma of fresh popped kernels enticed me to buy a small bag of sweetened popped corn. Afterwards, I strolled over to where a small gathering of people had congregated to hear the sales pitch of the presenter of a novel attraction.
The aroma of fresh popped kernels enticed me to buy a small bag of sweetened popped corn. Afterwards, I strolled over to where a small gathering of people had congregated to hear the sales pitch of the presenter of a novel attraction.
He was quite a character, with a long mustache, magnetic eyes, as big and dark as pit less Spanish olives, which seemed to look into your very soul.
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He dared someone to enter the chamber of the time machine. He was a convincing and artful salesman, for he promised to take back in time, or into the future the brave one to enter this chamber; and then he focused his magnetic gaze on me.
I almost choked on my popcorn, and coughed a bit. Then I said to myself “why not?”
I raised my hand then walked into the darkened chamber which contained a capsule like a tanning bed contraption. Before I lay down on the capsule, he asked me in all seriousness as to which date I would choose to go forward, or backward to.
I thought about it for a bit, and then I recalled the rose parade a few days ago. I said that my intention was to go back to January 1st, 1998. He looked at me with his hypnotizing gaze, deep into my eyes, and asked me my name. I told him.
I almost choked on my popcorn, and coughed a bit. Then I said to myself “why not?”
I raised my hand then walked into the darkened chamber which contained a capsule like a tanning bed contraption. Before I lay down on the capsule, he asked me in all seriousness as to which date I would choose to go forward, or backward to.
I thought about it for a bit, and then I recalled the rose parade a few days ago. I said that my intention was to go back to January 1st, 1998. He looked at me with his hypnotizing gaze, deep into my eyes, and asked me my name. I told him.
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Then he said: “Rose, now you will be back in time to January 1st, 1998, but realize it will only be for one hour. Do you understand me? For one whole hour you will be back in that time frame, and then you will have to snap back. On the count of fifty, count down, and FOCUS on that date.”
I did as told, as I lay comfortable inside the time capsule. I felt very sleepy, and relaxed, as my pupils started to move rapidly on their own accord while I kept my eyes closed and focused on that particular date. That morning I had chosen to sleep in late, and to avoid the mess of the throngs of people gathered in Pasadena to see the Rose Parade.
I did as told, as I lay comfortable inside the time capsule. I felt very sleepy, and relaxed, as my pupils started to move rapidly on their own accord while I kept my eyes closed and focused on that particular date. That morning I had chosen to sleep in late, and to avoid the mess of the throngs of people gathered in Pasadena to see the Rose Parade.
I had gone to bed late on New Year’s eve, and I was in no mood to haul my ass into the cold morning to see a bunch of stupid floats. Yet, in having made the lazy choice, I had missed a special time with my dad who was visiting for the holidays that month.
He was excited like a kid to see the parade; in fact he was excited about a lot of things. I found new joy in his enthusiasm for strolling Hollywood Blvd., the Santa Monica pier, Las Vegas. Things I was blase about, and paid no attention to, he was thrilled to be a part of.
He was excited like a kid to see the parade; in fact he was excited about a lot of things. I found new joy in his enthusiasm for strolling Hollywood Blvd., the Santa Monica pier, Las Vegas. Things I was blase about, and paid no attention to, he was thrilled to be a part of.
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When we where in Vegas, as a special treat I invited him to the tournament of Kings, jousting dinner show, at the Excalibur Hotel. l also I bought him a gold chalice-type cup which he was also thrilled about. He had always been particularly proud of his English ancestry, for which reason I knew he would enjoy this simulated tournament even more.
My dad was quite the character, a soulful poet; people who knew him said he was very smart, though I simply thought the world of him just as he was. How many times I wished I had not wasted time staying sleeping in late that day.
Just as this thought registered, I opened my eyes to be at a loud and crowded place. I was disoriented at first, and then it dawned on me. I was not at the fair; this was a parade with horns sounding off. Yet the people were starting to disperse and there were thousands of people. I ran to the corner of the street to check the date on the LA Times newspaper. The date was December 31, 1998.
My dad was quite the character, a soulful poet; people who knew him said he was very smart, though I simply thought the world of him just as he was. How many times I wished I had not wasted time staying sleeping in late that day.
Just as this thought registered, I opened my eyes to be at a loud and crowded place. I was disoriented at first, and then it dawned on me. I was not at the fair; this was a parade with horns sounding off. Yet the people were starting to disperse and there were thousands of people. I ran to the corner of the street to check the date on the LA Times newspaper. The date was December 31, 1998.
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to be continued...
