Yesterday, as I perused the veggie department at the grocer, I overheard a couple talking. They were bemoaning the expense of the fair. “It’s just ridiculous,” said one. “I could take my kids to Disneyland for that price,” said the other. “I don’t even allow my children to go anymore.”
On the one hand, I see their point—it has become rather pricey. Much like everything else.
And yet I’m so thankful my parents did not take that viewpoint. Sure, it wasn’t as expensive back then. But for our family, it wasn’t cheap. All the same, each year we’d load up the Chevy Malibu wagon and head for the fair…
We’d eat deliciously greasy food … create splatter paint masterpieces … and visit all the barnyard animals. My dad and I would ride at least one wild ride … waving to my mom and brother, waiting below. When it was all said and done, we’d walk back to our car—elephant ear in hand—dusty, tired, and oh-so-happy!
Some of my most treasured memories take place at the fair. What a pity if I had to miss out …
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I completely agree – I have so many great memories of going to the fair! Especially the games and the food (um, hello funnel cakes!) Such great photos – makes me want to head to the fair (or even a carnival
Hmmmm… funnel cakes!
Amy! Your photos are amazing!! They make me want to head to a fair, too! Oh, I love cotton candy!
Sometimes it's just got to be about the memory, not the cost, right? I can still see the overdone glitz, smell the cotton candy and feel the heat of those long ago summer nights. Thanks for bringing them alive again!
I forgot to tell you when we chatted how great these pictures are!
They make me smile! Now you´ll just get another blog-comment again from me 
Oh, that magical picture is perfection!!