Growing up in rural Ohio, August always brought two things...the return to school. And the annual county fair. It was such a part of the rural culture that we even had a day off from school for people to attend the fair. I kid you not. The fair was a BIG deal.
Every year it was THE place to go. Especially when I was in high school. I mean where else can you go for food, rides and demolition derbies all in one place. And I went every year with anxious excitement.
But somehow between then and now, the fair has lost its luster. Perhaps I've been to one to many animal barns, spun on one too many scrambler rides and lost money at one to many of those ridiculous carnival games. If it were just me, I'd have said goodbye to the fair years ago.
And I did for a long while. But then I had children.
For years, when Mr. B was in elementary school, I eluded the fair. After all, since he'd never been there, he didn't know what he was missing. But then he got older. And his friends started talking about their visits to the fair. And his blissful ignorance about this summertime tradition was gone.
So for the past three years, I've been tucking away my disdain for the fair (perhaps that's a bit harsh, it's just not one of my favorite things) and sharing this experience with my children.
And they've loved every minute of it.
The bumper cars. Archery shooting. Face painting. Carnival games. And the food. Lord knows they love fair food (yes, I've passed my love for elephant ears on to my children).
So for now, I'm loving the fair through my children's eyes. And that's good enough for me.