Older brother, ever practical, wanted to try the self-drive cars. We only had twenty pence between us though, so we rode the carousel. He chose a two-seater truck with gear lever and steering wheel. Younger brother rode the clown and I sat in the fire engine.
When the music started the carousel spun like a gilded cage, its bars protecting us from the outside world. David steered his car, Alan drove his clown, and I rang my bell.
Today the chimes ring out from bells in the steeple. Older brother's crying. And younger brother drove a Humvee across an IED.