This "bit" really is a "bit", rather than a story. To me, Ragtime perfectly captures a moment; one that is actually a collection of glimpses into an experience that we have all, at least in part, enjoyed.
Good Ol' Ragtime by Geocranium
The sun has set and all around you, bright lights call your eyes while your nose traces scents of the sweet and salty from all over the boardwalk. The Ferris wheel lights up the sky and somewhere under the sycamore tree, a barbershop quartet serenades the fireflies and people passing by. From close by, you hear a young woman's squeal above the laughter and voices and music. Children race each other to the best ride or the game with the biggest prizes, cotton candy and admission tickets trailing behind. You look down at your own eleven year old hand to see the happy fingers of the cutest ten year old girl on the block around yours, and for one noisy, sticky moment, it feels like the summer will never end.
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