Warning: If you aren't family, you probably won't be interested in these pictures.
For who-knows-how-many-years, on Friday (opening day) of our town's fair, the school lets out at 1 PM, and all kids who have permission from their parents walk three blocks to the square to enjoy the fair. Younger kids, of course, need someone to watch out for them. Today I was that person for my two granddaughters, and it brought back many memories. I can't believe it's been thirty years since my own kids were the ones I was there for; now it's my grandchildren.
It was funny to watch these children, who had just seen one another at school an hour earlier, squeal with delight at seeing one another at the fair, as though they'd been seperated for years. Fun stuff.
This was the day that, for a $15 wristband, you could ride all you wanted from 1:30 until 5:30. My girls hollered "uncle" at 5:20. They'd had all the rides they cared to have, and Natalie was about half sick. We walked to their house with the prizes they'd garnered, and my daughter drove me home.
I don't think I'll be staying up too late tonight.