my mother would drive us, my brother and me, past a superstore. In the field beside the parking lot, a fair was set up every year or so in the summer. My brother and I always wanted to go there and play, and my mother would see that. She said once that she'd take us there one day. She promised and we were satisfied that one day we'd get to play there and ride the merry-go-round and the ferris wheel and have cotton candy. We were happy. Years went by and one of us would mention the promise once every year or two.
Finally, four years ago, we moved elsewhere and I haven't seen that fair since. I still remember that promise and I still remember how badly I wanted to go.
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