every year, I seem to always talk myself out of how many creepsters make the strawberry days carnival their habitat. First I feel like a small child, entranced by all the glowing lights and pretty rides- and of course ride my favorite Ferris wheel. Nothing could go wrong in our world. Then I step off the wheel of wonder, my friend and i get hit on by a creepy carnival worker, and we quickly link arms and run away from all things carnival.
I'm happy I haven't been killed yet.