When I was 9 I still went to the amusement park that I’d been going to for more than half my life. The best thing in the entire park was the merry-go-round. I always went on the same horse every single time. I called her Mary. As I got older, around 10 or 11 I started asking my mum for disinfectant wipes so Mary would be clean. When I was 12 my mum told me I was too grown-up for the amusement park but I still loved that place and I loved Mary, so I got together all my friends and we broke Mary out.