There’s just something about the state fair. I love it there. Maybe it’s just me, since when I proffered the invitation, only 1 of my 3 offspring deigned to join me, but even if I had to venture there alone, I’d do it. Maybe it’s the memory of wandering through the 4-H building, looking for one of my projects that had made it there.
Maybe it’s the animals, especially our favorites — the rabbits. This poor guy was having his fur hand-pulled by his owner, who insisted that the rabbit liked it, even though the rabbit seemed to be in a bit of distress. Ah, but it’s all a part of the state fair culture.
Maybe it’s just the pervasive feel of the good ‘ol days. There aren’t many places where a child can go and be offered the chance to sew something, like that’s a normal thing to do. In the 4-H building, it is.
Whatever, the State Fair pulls me into its orbit each August. I don’t offer it much resistance.