We went, we saw, we conquered. That is all I can say about our recent visit to the State Fair. Some people love to eat the crazy food (chocolate-covered-fried pickles anyone?), others love the ferris wheel and some adore the animals. Kids seem to enjoy it all. I did not inherit the State Fair gene. I like none of it.
Yet every September, when the winds change and fall arrives, we go. For me it is not so much a family tradition as a family obligation. My daughter does not know how I loathe the smells and the sticky rides because I never tell her. I don't want to crush her fun. My husband grins giddily remembering a past filled with cousins and small-town carnivals. I smile along with him, trying to understand the memories. The things we do for love.
If there is a positive to be found, it is that I typically come away with lovely, colorful photos.
Cotton candy, caramel-covered apples, ferris wheels, the prizes at the tables where you throw darts and baseballs -- these elements lend a colorful backdrop to the family picture-scape.
When it is all said and done, and I am home again in my comfortable surroundings the pictures bring me joy. Look at their smiling faces? They look so happy.
And that is why I go every year. These two people mean the world to me. I love it when the rides, the food and the fun make their day.
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