You’re told that an event that’s dear to your heart — an annual fair, festival, or conference — will be canceled forever (or taken over by an evil organization). Write about it. For your twist, read your piece aloud, multiple times. Hone that voice of yours!
Life was like attending a funfair or going to a carnival every day up to the age of 11. There were music, dance, studies, games, picnics and all sorts of rides. Some smooth some bumpy but having parents, siblings, and friends to share it with you was fun nonetheless.
Learning new things every day with friends was such fun which I attended every day till I was 11. Life was like a nice dream.
Then one fine morning everything changed. Suddenly I became a grown-up.
In my community, in 1950/60, girls were not allowed to play outside, laugh loudly or dance and sing after they reached puberty.
An order was passed to take all the childhood fun away from my life.
I have to behave in a certain way, as walk like this and talk like this and all that behaving likes a girl.
I had entered the realm of youth and childhood was taken away forever.
It made me feel as if a demon has taken control of my life, restricting all my activities.
It’s not that I didn’t enjoy my life after that but it was different, not like childhood’s carefree, unadulterated, unrestricted fun.
The carnival called childhood was taken away from my life.
I was not to go back to my childhood forever.