A fun fair is a place where it’s meant to lure kids and their parents into spending a lot of money for so-called fun. Expensive food, rigged prizes and mediocre rides. They’re aimed at kids after all. With the flashy lights and the clanging sounds and the aromatic smells of sweet and savoury, what more simulation could you want.

Being the big brother, I thought it was a great big brother thing to do and take my little brother Tony to the fun fair. He’s quite a shy kid and he doesn’t really get out of the house much. When I grew up, me and my friends would love adventure and going out exploring derelict hills and abandoned estates but Tony preferred quality time with consoles. He needed to get out.

“So what do you think?” I asked him as we walked past the duck hoop game where hundreds of floating ducks wondered listlessly in a circle.

“It’s OK.”

“Do you want to go on anything? The ghost ride? The crocodile?”

“No, it’s OK.”

“Come on! There must be something you want to do.”

“Not really. I don’t like rides.”

I stared at him dumbfounded for a brief moment.

“You want some food?”

We got some hot dogs and a bag of candy floss. The hot dogs tasted like they came straight out of a jar but Tony liked it. As I took a final bite of my hotdog, I saw a friend embark on the bumper cars.

“Ohhh do you want have a go on the bumper cars?”

“No, it’s Ok.”

“Alright bud. Do you mind taking this candy floss and guarding it with your life.

“OK.”

I rush off to jump into a vacant car.

After laughing with my friend and returning to Tony. He offers me the candy floss which has decreased considerably.

“Why did you eat this? I told you to guard it not stuff your face with it?!”

“I didn’t!” Tony begun to cry. “I held it to my chest really tight.”

And so the candy floss was crushed. I looked at the bag and indeed it was not open.

“I’m sorry Tony. I didn’t realise.”

He wipes his eyes and says: “It’s OK.”

“Want another hot dog?”