I know it might be childish, but I still get excited every year when the County Fair comes around. Growing up in Hawaii, the fair was always an hour away or more. This time, it was almost in my backyard. Driving by on the freeway and seeing the not one, but two fairiswheels spinning high up in the air pulled at my heart strings each time I saw it.
People watching is always a sure win: Young couples wandering the grounds, children pumped up on sugar and adrenaline, and occasional teenage girl who rather foolishly wore heels. The pony rides, Whacka-Moll, live concerts and the greasy, greasy food that should probably only be eaten once a year. Something tells me that I won't ever fully grow out of my excitement for the County Fair.