Oh, how I love the State Fair! I’ve been going since before I was born. My mom was walking around the State Fair when she was 10 days past due with me! It’s in my blood. Anyway, going to the Fair is always a nostalgic time. It’s always around or on my birthday and it always reminds me of childhood, of whimsical fun, and being fancy free. I can eat what I want. It’s the only place and time that you can cram yourself full of every ounce of junk food and do so to your detriment and it be considered “normal.” It’s the only time you can act like a kid and people won’t look at you funny. You can scream like a girl and it’s ok. You can spend $3 just for the chance to win a giant overstuffed prize that will soon go to the charity shop. It’s just fun. Add to that the bright colors, the smells of fall, wood smoke, and all sorts of food, and you get bliss!
We had a great time this year! By the end of the day we where tired, dirty, and somewhat ill-tempered as we made our way inch by inch through the mass of people to the exit. But even that was fun. It’s part of it. It’s what you sign up for when you go. And when we finally made it to our car with a backpack, cotton candy, two candied apples, a stuffed bear, a stuffed car, two handmade rag dolls, and two children who hadn’t quite made their way to their second wind, we knew we had had our fill of that State Fair bliss…until next year.
When I wasn’t waiting in line for the balls ride, I might have stopped here. And I just may have had a huge funnel cake with powdered sugar and hot fudge. And I might have eaten all of it (except for a couple of bites that dad took) by myself.
Avery and Anabel both got a lot of ride time! They road the roller coaster as well but the pictures are on the rough side. We were all surprised at Avery’s willingness to go on some of them. Anabel, however, surprised no one. We all know she’s the daredevil in the family!
As we walked through the crowd, on our way to the gate, Anabel apparently fell asleep…sitting up. We didn’t even know it until we stopped at the Village of Yesteryear. The wagon was worth the money spent!