My mother’s goodnight kiss still lingered on my forehead, as I sneaked out of the window and ran across the backyard, into the woods.
The distant sounds from the carnival were my beacon and soon the pale light from naked bulbs, colorful tents, and exotic smells greeted me.
As I entered the muddy field, observed by clowns and animals from far-flung places, a tuneful street organ hummed into life.
I met her seeking blue eyes and soon my trembling hands joined hers. She stopped my sheepish smile by pressing her soft, warm lips against mine.
My mother’s kiss lingered no more.