A Fair Adventure  

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7/23/2006 6:40 pm

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A Fair Adventure

A friend called me the other day and said they were off to a county fair just an hour or so away. For the first time in years I decided to go. Four of us set out on our adventure. Isn't it strange how sights and sounds bring back memories from long ago, that were stuffed in some dark compartment of your mind.

As soon as we entered the fair grounds, it was like being transported back in time..

The voices of the hucksters imploring you to play their games of chance..and I had to try..how does any one get a quarter to stay on one of those little plates; and where do they buy those tough balloons that no dull dart can defeat..
The wails of small children too tired to continue, or too angry for being denied another ride..
The crank and creak of the rides as they start up, the screams of the riders.
I couldn't face climbing aboard, still remember the unfortunate results of my last ride on the tilt-a-whirl as a teenager..
The incessant shrill music from the midway..

The smells abound..hot grease frying everything imaginable..corn dogs, funnel cakes, TWINKIES?
The smoke from the barbeque area..
The animal barns with their own special, sharp aromas..and the scent of straw newly spread..
The earthy aroma of overheated people..

And all around the amazing people-watching opportunities..
So many times a line from a comedian kept repeating itself: just because they make it in your size, doesn't mean you should buy it or wear it in public..men and women alike.
Wonderful body art from intricate tattoos in beautiful colors, to the dark blue of prison work..
Piercing hardware shining in the sunlight..
Swirling gaggles of pre-teen girls flow like quicksilver around and among others as if they were rocks in the stream..
The carnies running the rides and games seem like figures from another time..dropped into the present by some time machine and left behind..
The kids, scurrying about, having the time of their young lives..hands and faces covered in an unidentifiable combination of cotton candy, powdered sugar, and good old dirt..and who knows what else..pursued by parents just trying to keep up..an exhausting job..

It was difficult to tear myself away..but one time around was plenty..it was a fine day to spend with friends and to wax nostalgic..

lovemetouchme5 52F
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7/24/2006 5:32 pm

I have only started going to fairs in the last seven years. I really enjoy them, but I think it all depends on the company I'm with.


NoGlory777 replies on 7/24/2006 8:46 pm:
That is really true. Someplace like a fair is not somewhere I would want to venture alone..it's nice to have someone to share the random observations of what is funny, sad or just bizarre..and my sense of humor tends to lean heavily toward enjoying the bizarre..thanks for dropping by..

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