





This is the question we heard every day, several times a day, for 10 days. Unfortunately, the Orange County Fair sets up camp about 2 miles from our neighborhood every year and we have to ride by it more than once a day. I don't want to offend anyone who may love fairs, but I hate them for many reasons. Now, I can appreciate a good country fair with pie baking contests, pig races, and horse shows, etc. This is not one of those. This is one that comes through town like a tornado...takes tiny boxes off a truck and turns them into towering ferris wheels and roller coasters in mintues, and has a few animals that are by no means prize-winning that are carted from fair to fair. Last year Jay and I were able to avoid taking the kids somehow. This year we weren't so lucky. With both Elle and Brooks chiming in together daily from the backseat, we finally caved and said we would go walk around. While it did meet most of my low expectations, it was worth it to see the look on Elle's face. She was in heaven. As I mentioned earlier, I have serious concerns about getting on these rides that days earlier fit in the back of a truck. But, once again Elle's blue eyes won and we bought some tickets. I knew we were in trouble when we stepped on our first roller coaster. Elle and I climbed in and strapped on our seatbelt that didn't fit. I couldn't help but notice the rust on the tracks. Elle was giddy. The last words the attendant said before giving us a push start (he literally pushed the roller coaster to get it going!) was "you might want to hold onto her" as he pointed to Elle. I thought we were going to die! We didn't. Elle wanted to ride it again, but I conviced her to do something a little closer to the ground. Brooks was not a fan of the rides (smart boy!) and chose to play games instead. He had a great time eating cotton candy with Jay and fishing for sharks. Here are some pictures of our night at the fair. Only 11 more months until it comes again...






