The Canadian Experience

     

 

I had to wander around in the hot sun with my brother who jumped up and down shouting.

            “I wanna go on the Dizzy Dragon!” I wanna go on the Bumper Cars!” while the twins, ignoring the height and weight restrictions, tried to sneak onto rides with names like Double Shock, Mega Drop, and Mouse of Death.

  “I want French fries! Cotton candy!  Pizza!” My brother Jamie snarfed down a hotdog that was bigger than his head.

 

        The things the twins couldn’t miss seeing included, The RCMP Musical Ride, featuring: thirty-two mounted police performing cavalry drills, and The History of the Canadian Toilet exhibit, featuring: outhouses and chamber pots.

          In a souvenir shop, I bought Jamie a hat with a red feather that poked two feet into the air.  Good I thought he can’t get lost while he’s wearing that. Cricket clutched a stuffed moose, and a maple leaf shaped box of fudge.  Midge and a red-haired boy both dived to grab the last plastic replica of a Mountie on a horse.  It played the Canadian National Anthem. Their skulls cracked together.

 “I saw it first! shouted the boy.J

            “Go take a jump!” Midge aimed a kick at his leg but missed.  The sales clerk settled it by bringing out more. 
I looked around;no feather.

 “Where’s Jamie?”

 “Jamie?” said Cricket.

 “Yeah, Jamie.  Three feet tall. Lots of hair.  Sloppy eater.  Have you seen him?”

“Uh-uh,” she walked to a display of miniature CN Towers.  Midge gave me an evil grin and went to stand next to her twin.

          “Jamie’s lost.  We have to…” my voice trailed off as they turned their backs on me, obviously thinking that if they couldn’t see me I couldn’t see them.

 

          There are two Found Children Centres at the CNE, one in the Direct Energy Building at the east end of the grounds, and the other in the Better Living Centre at the west end .  We visit both every year.  Jamie was at the west end this time.  He sat under his red feather with an ice-cream smile all over his face.  I balled up my fists inside my pockets .

“You OK?” He nodded dumbly.  We followed Dad out to the car.  It was over for another year.