Spinning on a top of color; The balloons are inflated in the desk, and the rainbow streamers gave me a paper-cut. I thought the red make-up was blood.
Running and jumping up and down on a box of inflatable candy, that turned my lips purple and blue. My dad thought it was lipstick,
so he gave me an old ***** magazine.
When the animals morphed into balloons, I petted them with grass stuck to my hand. And POP! – goes the poodle, in the parking lot next to the splattered juice cups.
My friend cried and wiped his eyes with icing as a clown grinned, showing his orange teeth that was the same color of the cheese-curls in the bowl,
that the three year-old just poured into the kiddy pool.
I got lost in the ball-pit. I remember every color, then nothing; Gray had became the fun to a depressed clown wishing he’d got the hang