The people watching. The carnies. The artery clogging goodness they call food. The cheaply-put-together-could-kill-you-at-any-second rides. The over priced games that aren't work the prize you win. The smell of body and cigarette smoke. The ungodly amount of unsupervised children. EVERYTHING!
I go every year and I love taking Stratton and dragging Derek behind me. We always wind up spending more money than what we would like but we always have so much fun while we're there.
Monday we went to the parade with my mom and my sister. Stratton rode with them so I met up with them later on. He loved the bands and the motorcycles. Every time a band would get ready to come by he would yell "Mom! A band!" I wish I could get that excited about something.