Like a good crazy mother, I forgot the damn camera yesterday. I have no record, except in my minds eye, of my child's first Fair. Which was incredible.
I'm welling up as I write this, partly due to hormones, but mostly due to this enormous love affair I have with my boy. My minds eye is good enough, perhaps better, as I will hold it there tightly so not to lose it packed away in some dusty box with all the other "Memories" I've taken...
If he never gets to another fair, if for whatever reason this should be his only...it was the absolute best.
The Space Needle, The Ferris Wheel, Bumper Cars with your crazy mother at the wheel, screaming like a banshee at the other drivers, candy apples, cotton candy, corn dogs, winning games fair and square, and winning games cause your mama can flirt, just he and I and the stiff Oklahoma wind howling down the Midway...and about 600 other folks who decided they better get there before it ended.
Of course there's always a negative influence to the fair, always things you must protect your child from...the chain smoker in line next to us, who insists they have a cold, the man who dragged his little boy the length of the Midway, not stopping until he spotted a cop, the mother who screamed at her kid "You little FAGOT, I wish you were dead!", ...man, I got it good.
Just the effects that being surrounded by that many human beings in such a short amount of time can have on a person, it's overwhelming, draining, sorrowful, heartbreaking, exhilarating, ...and I love it. I'd forgotten how much I love that juice, the juice I get from massive amounts of human beings.
I could be a Carney just fine, minus the hustling people out of their money part.
Juice...human being juice...I'm so weird.
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