It has been a lot of years since I've attended a county fair. I used to love them as a kid and teenager. I remember loving when a mom would ask me to babysit and take her kids to the fair; I really thought that was the sweetest deal ever. I also vividly remember being barfed on at the fair by a classmate whom shall remain nameless, and that same ride is still there.
After our trip this week, I must say that county fairs are such an interesting phenomenon. First, I had no clue what any of us should wear, and I had no clue what to take. I didn't know how to pack and prepare for the fair. What clothes do you want to see tons of people you know and traipse around barns in dusty fields?
We did it all. We spent $3 to ride the carousel, but Bright couldn't really ride anything else anyway. Maybe next year. We also watched some horse racing, and were very close witnesses to the harness racing crash. That was super freaky. We headed out for ice-cream after just because we didn't want to end the night that way. I don't care to see horses and jockeys crash that close to me again ever in my life, but I will gladly take my son to the fair next year although I probably won't know what to wear then either.
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