The Carousel

When I was a child I always enjoyed riding the carousel. I imagined thousands of stories going rounds and round on those glorious magical horses. I enjoyed riding in the evening in low light, by virtue of my enjoyment of the illuminated scenes with their many flashing lights doing their own show. The lights began in the foundation, shining all around, up to the high ceiling, red, white and yellow flashes calling everyone's attention; inviting children to ride the carousel. But the best without doubt the horses galloping swiftly, reaching their destination. The horses were magical, unexpected colors, dazzling frames helped to achieve the task, to forget reality. Psychedelic colors flashed on the carousel. I never understood why these horses were pierced from the bottom to the top by a long pole. At first I thought they were to attach, but I understood that they had to be secured to the carousel, as only wild horses had those colors and owners wouldn’t let them escape. The horses had pretty good muscle power, and whinnying could be heard loudly and clearly. Where have they found horses? Surely on a trip brave hunters found these wandering horses and brought to the carousel so that even if it is for only 10 minutes, children can ride and feel the wild gallop in their dreams!