When I was younger I never knew the real meaning of Mardi Gras or any holiday/celebration for that matter. I went to these festivals just because my cousins brought me along. We would wake up early and I would miss watching my Saturday morning cartoons, which mad me mad. We would then go to God knows where(I’m not very good at knowing locations). I hated it most of the time; I would just stand there and watch the people. The elaborate floats and weird costumes everyone wore gave me an uneasy feeling. I thought the people were crazy and probably belonged to some “special place,” but I know now that they were just having fun and I do it myself.
I would get lost all the time. That was something else I didn’t like about Mardi Gras. I would stare at the ground or the float for maybe a minute and when I look back everyone would be gone and I would cry until someone found me. I would tell them I wanted to go home; they would tell me in a little bit, but hours would pass and I would still be there only this time with heavier legs.
In recent years though my whole perspective about Mardi Gras changed. I love the atmosphere costumes and floats that comes with Mardi Gras. I’ve been caught by the allure of the beads and I don’t want to let go.
