The Spinning Boy

"When I was eight years old I sleepwalked a lot, it terrified my parents. And once I made it all the way to Starling Park...I don't remember much but I think I got the carousel going pretty fast and I got suspended between sleeping and waking," he says. "It felt like it had me, you know, like I was being dragged around and around." He writes: "And somehow this town needed or craved something of its own to imagine and believe in because it wasn't even a year after that night that I heard about the legend" The writer returned to Ivy Lock bed and breakfast at midnight and let himself in the back door. In the