It was several years ago when I first realized that one of the great differences of growing up city and growing up on a farm meant very different life experiences for many of us. I am not sure there is a single thing that can be pointed to where experiences differ more than the fair.
As a Memphis girl, when the fair came to town, we got a day off school. We had lots to think about…. The rides. Fair foods. Games. And the entertainment. Those were what grabbed my imagination and excitement.
It wasn’t until I was grown that I realized friends had a very different memory of fairs. So many thought about getting projects or livestock ready.
I have written about state fairs and all before…. And whenever I talk about it, it seems most Angie friends can’t believe how little our experiences connect.
They also can’t believe I have never been to a state fair.
I have to explain that Memphis had a regional fair. Maybe it was the same, maybe not but I know I had a great time as did my farm friends. This weekend though, I am going to my first state fair. The Iowa State Fair. And I would love you to help me decide what I should see and do! I have to see a butter cow or whatever they have sculpted of butter, but what else?