{"id":116766,"date":"2022-06-25T21:18:36","date_gmt":"2022-06-26T01:18:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=116766"},"modified":"2022-06-25T21:21:11","modified_gmt":"2022-06-26T01:21:11","slug":"the-carousel-ride-prompt-10","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/the-carousel-ride-prompt-10\/","title":{"rendered":"The Carousel Ride Prompt 11"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Mommy lifted her onto the horse\u2019s back. Kallie\u2019s hair\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">in tight pigtails matched the horse\u2019s red-gold mane.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Kallie squirmed and squinched on the hard, plastic surface<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">and began to cry. <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Oh no, Sweetheart, this will be fun!<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Kallie looked at her mother, tears welling up. The music began.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">It was kind of like the music that Miss Ella played for music<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">class. Kallie\u2019s tears faded away and then her teeth peeked out between<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">her lips. Her head bobbed, the music played faster, and Kallie<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">held on tighter. She turned around at the sounds made by the other<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">children on horses and camels and tigers, oh my! They were<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">louder than the music and Kallie threw back her head, looked<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">at the top of the carousel and made the same happy sounds<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">as everyone else. They came from a place way down inside\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">her tummy that jiggled up and down when she was ever so happy.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Mommy lifted her onto the horse\u2019s back. Kallie\u2019s hair\u00a0 in tight pigtails matched the horse\u2019s red-gold mane.\u00a0 Kallie squirmed and squinched on the hard, plastic surface and began to cry. Oh no, Sweetheart, this will be fun! Kallie looked at her mother, tears welling up&#8230;.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1339,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-116766","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/116766","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1339"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=116766"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/116766\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":116813,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/116766\/revisions\/116813"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=116766"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=116766"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=116766"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}