Being Fair at the Fair

Fairs are a really fun place to go to for fun. People go there for the food. They go there for the rides. They go there to watch the rodeos and the speedway races, and of course, people go there to have fun with family and friends. There are so much things that goes on at the fair, and it’s always an honor for me to go there.

I decided to go to the fair with my friends. As I entered, I noticed there were tons of stands filled with certain foods or props. There’s so much to do, it’s ridiculous. My best friend, Mr. Redneck, asked us to go to the speedway first. That sounded like fun. So, we entered the speedway to witness the races. I noticed that there were people who were what I would call “rednecks.”  The commentator even sounded like a “redneck.” As we listened to the cars speeding around the track, the people were talking about how fun the races were. But as soon as the green flag came by, the cars got faster, and the cheers got louder! “Come on! Come on,” they would yell. And almost every time the cars would speed around the track, there would always be one where they would lose control and provoke the caution light.

Since not much was going on other than racing, I decided to leave and explore the rest of the fair myself. I decided to check out one of the food stands. I went to what appeared to be a “chicken” stand. They were selling all kinds of chicken; grilled, southern fried, strips, fingers. I asked for southern fried chicken. But what was funny was that the man selling it had a southern drawl. I wasn’t sure if I should be surprised.

After receiving the food, I went to the rodeo area. I figured the show was over, but I decided to check it out anyway. And sure enough, the show was over. However, there was a dance taking place. It was very similar to the dance that I went to last week. There were country folks there dancing with their dates or friends. I decided to stay perched by the restroom area. My friends texted me asking where I was. I replied with, “Just at the rodeo area.” I waited for a bit till finally, they arrived.

We left the rodeo area. We decided to go near the rides. There was your typical Ferris wheel as well as other rides that I wouldn’t even want to try. Me being a wuss, I never liked rides. One boy was having a conversation with his dad. “Daddy, I’m scared,” said the boy. “It’s alright, son,” said the father, “just have faith that you’ll be alright and have fun and you’ll be fine.” “How can I have faith if I’m having fun?” asked the boy. “You can do anything if you just believe, son,” said the father. To me, it didn’t make sense, but maybe I’ll figure it out. Finally, the boys decided that it was time to leave. Although there wasn’t much to say about the fair, at least I enjoyed myself.