And just like that, the fair has come and gone. For me, it was a week full of covering pageants, photographing kids and testing my will power because fried pickles and funnel cakes are greasy goodness that I instantly regret once I splurge.
This year, I helped with the Tiny and Pre-Teen pageants. It was my first time covering these events, but fortunately I had participated in a few pageants in my youth so I knew what I was getting into. My favorite part is always the Top 10 Q&A.
I love hearing the girls’ responses. Some are pretty comical. Although, I don’t think it’s fair to ask different questions because “What food can you not live without” seems easier when compared to “What club would you form,” or is that just me?
In the Tiny Fairest of the Fair, I was under the grandstand with the contestants. The little girls swirled and bounced around sweetly, some cried and others sat with their knees up displaying their knickers. Who could blame them? It was hotter than a firecracker with limited air flow behind the pink curtains.
By the end though, most are complaining of heat, hunger and are fighting the urge to pee. After going before the judges in her group, one little girl asked me how her “team” was doing. There were several times I caught myself laughing at their commentary or facial expressions on stage. It really was fun to watch!
On the A&L side of the fair, I watched little kids lead around animals triple their size, which was equally as impressive to me as watching little girls brave the stage. My friend’s 5-year-old, John Sawyer, energetically led a massive black cow (2,000-pounder to be exact) around. I’m not sure I could even do that.
The petting zoo was something to see. For those not paying attention, llama, camel and goat heads popping over the fences was startling. I liked people watching to catch their reactions, especially with the camel. Those brave enough to get selfies often got a nose to the neck. I heard several squeals and not from the animals.
I didn’t partake in any rides. Although, I got several shots of kids enjoying them with their mouths agape, arms up and hair blown back. Since I was a teen, I’ve always been more about the fellowship than anything else. I think that’s what makes our fair special.
On Friday, I watched my niece along with other kids compete on the ball field. There was racing, throwing and a whole host of activities.
Zo came in third in the sack racing contest, earning a yellow ribbon.
Now, would I classify myself a fair lover? No, not particularly, but I don’t hate it. There are worse and more monotonous things to write about. Am I glad it’s over? You bet. Like many others, last week wore me out.
So, until next year, fair-well folks!
Standard reporter Lacy Garrison can be reached at 473-2191.
