Heads - Spin
Spin reminds me of the rides at carnivals that travel the towns in the summer time. As a kid I waited very impatiently for the carnival to come to my town for the summer festival.
I loved the rides. Well not the ferris wheel or the roller coaster but all the other ones. I remember the tilt-a-whirl, the octopus, and the scrambler. Of course there was the merry go round, but that was for little kids. I was, or wanted to be one of the big grown up kids that were cool.
Secretly, I loved the merry go round. I just couldn't let anyone see me on it. It wasn't cool to go up and down and round and round on a wooden pony. But I loved it. The music was even merry. The horses looked happy. It was a gentle ride.
I remember being squished in the tilt-a-whirl as we made it SPIN one way or the other. And we would squeal our delight. When the octopus would go in the downward spiral and SPIN we would again squeal. I don't know if we were afraid, I can't remember that. The scrambler was just a fun, spinning ride that went fast.
Oh, the summers of past. Time has a way of spinning out of control. I think now as an adult, I can safely say that I would not be afraid to be seen spinning on a happy horse of the merry go round.