It's that time of year again. The smell of grease mixed with cow manure takes me back to a simpler time. No, not the 1950's, but high school. You see, where I'm from high school started a week later than most because of the fair. A good population of our students had exhibits of some kind on display and rather than have half attendance for a week they just decided to move the school year back a little. My friends and I would go to the fair every year to enjoy our final days of freedom before Friday. You know what Friday was? You guessed it, footba....band practice.
Anyway, who would have guessed that 11 years later I would be back at the fair for our annual trip with my wife, child, sister-in-law, and niece. Here are some pictures from our busy day.
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Alexandria rode a pony!
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Elizabeth was too small so she patiently waited in the wagon. |
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Ali and Elizabeth sharing a meal. |
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Decisions, decisions. |
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Gyros for Sarah (with a baby gyro for Elizabeth). |
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French fries for Alexandria/Alyssa. |
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Elizabeth eating her baby gyro consisting of pita bread and tomatoes. |
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She didn't want me to hold it anymore. |
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Alexandria taking a break from being shy and smashing some fries for the camera. |
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Time to go check out the animals. |
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Alyssa and I jumped on also. |
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Alexandria petting a cow. |
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Elizabeth was a little more hesitant. |
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A little more fun on the way to the car. |
The Fair
On the way home the children passed out,
Dreaming of rides and running about.
Fried pickles, corn dogs, gyros and peaches,
The grandstand echoing as far as sound reaches.
The animals began winding down for the night,
And the vendors started to turn off their lights.
But as we all walked to our truck parked in the rear,
we knew we'd be back to the fair this next year.
Thanks for reading.
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