I have friends who swear the fair is fun. They go multiple times every year. I'm trying to figure it out. It sort of feels like a money suck, but I suppose it's cheaper when you have fewer than five kids. Also, I'm not a big fan of footlong corn dogs, but my kids think they are super awesome and worth every penny.
Our family had a bit of a moment, though, when we realized that it was all of our first time on a Ferris Wheel. When does that happen? Penelope will never forget it. I, on the other hand, was too busy taking photos to remember anything.
You know what I really loved? We went to the clydesdale stampede and there was an older woman in the middle of the circle playing an organ. Live music is always better. It was brilliant.
Each of the kids received two tickets to spend on a ride of their choice. D'arcy regretted her choice immediately and cried and moped a little afterwards. Moping is typically obnoxious, but sometimes when D'arcy is sad about sand castles or fair rides it reminds me that she is still young. Her hopes and pleasures are simple. Her cares are small, and that is beautiful.
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