Ahhh, the fair

Ahhhh, the fair.

I actually look forward to it every year.
It's the one place that you know you will, or can, bump into friends you haven't seen in years. Like someone you went to high school with (so long ago) and getting the chance to reminisce about silly pranks you used to play on teachers or ole friends. Rehashing, how at one time, you used to be in a garage band. How your antics helped create such a memory that still, to this day, sparks a laugh out of your chums everytime they see you. Realizing how much older you are and how stupid you used to be, and sometimes still are.

It's like for one week out of the year, you're young again. Now that I am, ahem, 42, I've started noticing that I get grumpy about the teenagers that do some of the very same things I used to do. I gotta tell ya, they irritate the living mess out of me!

"Uh, please don't toss a water balloon into my car. I know I did it when I was your age, but by golly, I'm the victim now!"

I remember being 15 and making cracks about the older folks. "Look at that old guy; is he a real person or part of the cabin?"

Making snide remarks about people you walk past. "Is that a zeppelin or is there actually a person that big?" (I'm probably the youngest person to even know what a Zeppelin is!)

Well, now I am that old fat person getting the comments and nasty remarks, but I take it all in good humor.

There are likes and dislikes about the fair, but whether they are good or bad, they sure do make great memories at any age.

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