We went to the Maricopa County Fair yesterday afternoon. It was our first venture out to the fair in these parts since we've lived here. Since the weather is finally getting too hot (it's supposed to be 94 degrees today) to be comfortable, we figured we'd better get out and enjoy it while we can.
My main purpose in going was to show our kids all of the animals. They both really like the zoo, so I thought this would be fun too. Plus, these would be animals they see in books all the time. There really were tons and tons of animals. Both Derek and I went to fairs in our own home towns growing up and we compared the experience to our own.
First, I don't remember any llamas at my fair growing up, but there were lots at this fair. It was really neat to see them, but the way they would watch you with their eyes...and knowing that they spit...it really made me think of those dinosaurs in Jurassic Park. And, apparently, it's fashionable to cut their hair like a poodle.
Second, I can talk geese. I would make this honking noise to this one goose and he would immediately answer me everytime. I just figured he was noisy like that, but when I walked away, he stopped doing it to anyone else.
Third, the food didn't look as appealing to me as the food growing up. I'm pretty sure the food growing up was sold by local vendors. Most of this food looked like carnival food--pizza by the slice, funnel cakes for $5, lemonade, etc. There was one stand that sold Mexican food (where we ate) and another that sold BBQ.
Fourth, the kids who were in 4H didn't look all the same. Most of the kids that participated in the raising and showing their animals would wear Wranglers (boys) and Rocky Mountains (girls) and lots of these kids had on regular looking clothes. There definitely were kids dressed like I remembered, but I guess I had figured things don't change--that's how I know I'm getting too old.
Fifth, I remember being enthralled by the rides. The colors and lights were so intriguing. Now, I look at them and see all the grease, grime and germ potential. My daughter, however, still views them in the same favorable light that I did. She begged and begged to ride on them.
Sixth, our bunny is big. Seriously, I looked at over 100 different rabbits and we only saw about 4 that were bigger than our chubby bunny. There was one rabbit that was so large it was shocking, but mostly, these bunnies made me realize we own a very large rabbit.