When I was five, I was taken to the circus for the first time. During the interval, I was given candy floss. I found it revolting.
It’s the only time I’ve ever been to a circus, but I remember very little of what happened in the ring: only that disgusting pink stuff.
Thirty years later, I tried candy floss again – without the circus this time. But it was just as bad as last time. Much too sweet, and with a horrible texture. It’s like eating cotton wool.
It’s the only time I’ve ever been to a circus, but I remember very little of what happened in the ring: only that disgusting pink stuff.
Thirty years later, I tried candy floss again – without the circus this time. But it was just as bad as last time. Much too sweet, and with a horrible texture. It’s like eating cotton wool.
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