I grew up going to one of the smallest county fairs in the state of Georgia. Everyone in the county goes. EVERY.ONE. Some people save their money all year, or parts of the year and spend it all on gate admission, rides and fair food. When I say everyone is at the fair…everyone. The richest of the county to the poorest of the county is represented at the fair. The teachers in the county KNOW when it is fair week and the kids are excited. It’s always packed, people are parking cars in fields, and there are long lines to get in and to buy tickets/handstamps for rides. It’s a great place to people watch, meet up with friends, see the sights and lights. It’s big doins’.
While we were in Georgia visiting, we just HAD to go to the fair, just for the renewed experience.
That last picture. It gets me every time. She was SO excited to try a little roller coaster. The first time down the little hill, she got really concerned. Then the second time….the above picture. She was terrified.
Yeah…we had THAT kid; the one that the ride was stopped for because she was yelling and screaming to get off.
Lesson learned.
