I always thought community fairs were lame. So I never went. Until earlier this year, when my best friend invited me to one. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go (it had sounded like that fair would consist of farmers showing off their chickens and not much else), but I did want to hang out with my friend, so I decided I would.
When we showed up to the fairgrounds that evening, I was shocked by how many people had come. There was a haywagon giving rides from the parking lot to the entrance, and I realized I might have misjudged fairs.
When we got in, we found out that the massive field was absolutely full – there were stands selling homemade fudge or other trinkets and goodies; people with old engine motors teaching about how they work; a track hosting horseback races, surrounded by bleachers of cheering spectators – and, most importantly, carnival rides.
There were small rides, fast rides, spinning rides, and tall rides, along with the classic carousel. Only instead of the classic carousel’s seats, there were cages with seat belts that you could flip as you rode.
The night of the fair was a night of friendship. The friend I had come with and I had met up with a few other friends once we arrived, and our group kept expanding and changing as we mingled about. Each of us would occasionally leave the gang to join another before returning later in the night. This all worked out perfectly, because no matter what ride you wanted to go on, you could find someone else who did too.
I ended up making some new friends that night, and becoming a lot closer with some others. Looking back, I’m extremely glad I ended up going to the fair, and for all the friendships and inside jokes that stemmed from it. That night is one that will continue to encourage me to try new things, and I can happily say I’ll be attending the fair again next year.