Last week while visiting my mom, we ventured to the county fair. Some folks go for the rides, I just go to look at them! Well, the lights, that is. And the food. Cotton Candy. Carmel Apples. Funnel Cakes. Elephant Ears. Larger than Necessary Corn Dogs. Fudge. And all sorts of other stuff that is so fantastically bad.
Unfortunately, the fair seems to have lost that old bit of nostalgic goodness. Well, maybe it is still like that in smaller towns. Old fashioned hometown carnivals, the kind with fire-engine red rides and bright lights. And ride attendants who don't look like they just walked out of prison, yikes!
I suppose they've retained a bit of old-timeyness with the tantalizing snake girl, and various side show freaks du jour. I recall stepping inside some of those well travelled tents when I was a child, probably some of which have provided me with life long nightmares (that I never really knew what caused them!). Good times, however!