A Fair to Remember
September 4th, 2012 by Regina Brett
I love a county fair. There's so much to see, to do, to experience, especially when you're 3.
My grandson, Asher, would love it.
It would take about 45 minutes to drive to the Geauga County Fair, so his mom packed him a book about John Deere tractors, a toy tractor and we hit the road. On the long drive, eternity to a boy his age, we chatted about the trees, about the trucks on the highway, about the scent a skunk left on the road.
At the fair, his eyes grew wide when we climbed aboard the shuttle, a trailer pulled by a tractor. He was in heaven.
He got to sit on a monster truck, pretend to drive an ATV, pay loaders, excavators, lawnmowers and every type of John Deere tractor known to man and field.
He got to pet a bunny, see roosters and turkeys, pigs and piglets. He watched cows get showered down and trimmed up to be shown. He got to see horses up close and climb all the way to the top of the Great Grandstand and watch the horse show and eat his PB&J as they pranced and trotted.
He rode the little cars in a circle, the Scrambler (which the operator set on slow motion) and the Merry Go Round. He played two games and won prizes -- a monster truck and stuffed dolphin.
I bought him a lollipop from the fair and he clutched it with white knuckles as we rode the shuttle back to our car.
On the drive home, I called his mom and told her we were on our way and that we had packed the sights and sounds and fun of the whole fair into three hours.
From the car seat behind me, I heard him say, "Did you tell her about the skunk on the highway?"