You swatted me on the way to the parking lot."
"Yes, Tom and do you remember when you were fourteen? You asked me if you could join the
Every year we attended the County Fair. We picked out the most exciting day. I packed
a picnic lunch, mainly snacks so we could eat at the food stands.
Before Tommy's first birthday, his dad died in a car crash. That August we visited the fair, a tradition that
continued until Tom graduated from high school.
We pulled in the parking lot. One year Tommy was so excited he opened the door before I parked.
We paid at the gate and headed for the pig races. After the race, Tom rushed to
the carnival to buy his pass. I thought, he's just a big kid.
"Mom, since the carnival doesn't open until noon let's ride the helicopter, we can get a good view of the fair."
"You can't, they don't have it anymore. A woman fell and cut her leg. The goldfish, they're gone too.
Protest groups picketed the carnival, no more fish for game prizes."
"Well, I can understand about the fish. I watched one get flushed in the bathroom. The kid cried, the dad tossed
the bag. But the helicopter doesn't make sense, I wanted to circle the fairgrounds."
"Tom, they don't want any lawsuits, it's about keeping people safe."
At noon we entered the carnival. I don't remember the music being so loud. Tom looked down the midway.
He hollered, "Mom, what do you think I should ride first, the Slingshot or the Wild Mouse?"
I followed Tom - safety rules don't apply here.