This post makes me super happy for so many reasons! Secret fact I have probably never divulged before is.....(drum roll)....I love the fair. Like A LOT. I think a lot of my enthusiasm comes from being a child and experiencing this for the first time and many other times to follow. My parents never took us to the fair. I didn't even really know what a fair was or why my best friend at the time, Kristina Kellogg, used to get so fired up about going. After finding out that we didn't go, I was invited along with her and her father. I remember walking in and seeing rides, cotton candy, candied apples, games, giant stuffed animals, popcorn, funnel cakes and hearing shouts/screams/shrieks/laughter drifting down from the rides. I was caught. I had fallen in love with something that would stay with me and I would pass down to my children. To this day when I go, I think back to that first time and remember the girl I shared it with. The girl who went on to be my best friend for several years before moving away to Florida (thank God for Facebook). I point out rides that she and I rode together and the girls nod along to my story and stare in awe at the scary rides that their momma has ridden (gasp). I love that Doug and I were able to split up for a while and Delaney and I snuck off to ride some of the bigger rides that Hadley eyed for about two seconds and refused to step near. I love that Delaney was able to step out of her comfort zone a few times and allow me to coax her on rides that ordinarily she wouldn't have thought twice about getting on....and she LOVED them. I love that feeling you get as you get on a ride that you know is gonna scare the crap out of you, yet you do it anyway and leave with the rush that you survived and want to do it all over again. Even though there is always the "interesting" crowd (putting it nicely), annoying people subjecting you to their second-hand smoke, and crying kids who obviously are way past nap time, I always leave feeling happy, completely broke, and looking forward to next year.