I love the Fair...
Coming from the Midwest as a kid I always looked forward to the time the Fair would come to town. My first real taste of freedom was at the fair. This was the summer that my parents said I could go without them and ride my Stingray bike there with my friends. And even better. They were going to stay home! Yes. I drank a huge soda and rode the rides all day, Me and my friends thought we were scamming the Gum Game guy but as I look at it now the carnie beat me for sure!
Yes, I left home that day a boy and I rode my bike back home late at night (9pm) as an adult!