I found an app on my phone called moreLomo and I must tell you I'm in love with this iphone feature. I look to find even more excuses to take pictures. And as a blogger that is not a difficult thing to do. Even my daughter will bring me things and suggest that I take a photo for ATG.
With every photo you have the option of saving it in Lomo or Original or both. I'm surprised at how clear the photos are. I didn't even take my Nikon D60 to the fair yesterday. My iphone was enough to capture everything.
The fun house with a scary jester in front. You'd think by now they would realize the high number of scary clown dreams that children and adults have and that they wouldn't bring jesters into the mix.
I fell back into my childhood when I spotted this game. My parents used to drive us over to Reno in our 58 GMC Carryall. We'd scrounge together enough money to stay at Circus Circus and my brothers and I would spend hours in the game area while my parents dropped nickles in the slots. And being the frugal parents that they were, they always kept track of what they put into the game and kept track of what they won in order to find out their percentage of winnings. Their goal of course was to beat the casino.
Whac a Mole was by far my game of choice. I was very small for my age and I could beat the tallest, strongest man at this game. I still remember the shock of some of those adults looking over at this scrawny kid who just beat them out of a pink stuffed dog.
I think in some ways I love the idea of the county fair more than I like the fair itself. In my memories certain flavors and smells highlight over the things that I've forgotten. Yet in a way, when we take the children to the fair it is to enjoy the moment but it's also to give their childhood the memory of the yearly traditional county fair. They'll forget the people that constantly blocked their path rudely, the expensive price of bland food, the chill in the air as the temperature shifted from warm to cool with the coming of the marine layer and for Cerys the frustration of not winning any of the games. What they will remember is being there as a family, of eating their treat of Hawaiian Ice, the warm sun, spinning the prize wheels in the exhibition hall and running through the maze of mirrors in the fun house. In a years time I will only remember the good things too and of course take everyone back to the fair once again.
What is your fondest memory of your childhood fair?