The fair is the happiest place in the world a kid could be to most, right? But for me, the fair was a dark and disturbing place, a place no kid would ever want to be, a place that parents nightmares were made of, a place that would've haunted the world. It was a place so dark and twisted that it would brake even the toughest of people... The fair is a nightmare just waiting to haunt a child's dreams, a child is so innocent and pure that they're made the main target for the cruelty in this world. I was a child once and the fair is what made me feel like I was living in hell.

Children get so excited when they hear that their going to the fair that it almost makes me feel sorry for them. I too was once one of those children that got so excited for the fair that I could be sick, but my mind always floated back to the dark secret of the fair that not a living soul knew. I get sick just thinking about ever going back, I lost the one thing there that made my life worth it... And now? Well now that one thing was nothing, no one knew about it, no one acknowledged it, no cared about it, no one saw it happen...