Fair Day

Growing up in a small town, I anxiously awaited the arrival of the county fair every year. The week-long event, which was welcomed with a parade on a Monday and closed with a crash-up derby on a Saturday, was one of the highlights of the year.

Fast-forward to my adulthood. I now reside in a large state with a large state fair, which runs for a month. Rather than a small town beauty pagent, this fair boasts major entertainment acts as well as a rather popular football game. My mother, the children and I attened said large state fair (thanks to Chevy!) today despite a bit of gloomy weather. The husband stayed home, as he is the third person of our little family to fall victim to the flu.

The Tiger loved the fair.

He worked on the farm.

He drove a car.

He took a canoe ride.

He saw a giraffe

He took a bike for a spin

Tiger also rode his first rollarcoaster. To say he loved it is quite possibly an extreme understatement. The boy who we often describe as being a bit on the cautious side loved the large, rickety rollercoaster that travels the country on the back of an 18 wheeler and can be disassembled easily. I was his trusty riding partner. Fortunately I did not notice the old ladder that was being used to support part of the rollercoaster until after our ride came to an end.

Miss E. had some mixed feelings about the fair.

She was unsure about driving.

She tolerated farming.

She thought she wanted to ride some rides...

...until she changed her mind mid-experience.

Fortunately there was popcorn at the fair and the world was made right again.