Reliving Memories and Creating New Ones

Great Frederick Fair 2015

By Dawn Onley 

Funnel cake. Pizza. Italian sausage. Rides. Blue Ribbons. Fun.

A few days ago, I took my son to the Great Frederick Fair. If you are outside of western Maryland, there’s a good chance you’ve never heard of it, but it is a true country fair, complete with an assortment of rides, games, food, animals, tractors, country singers, baking contests for such categories as best cookies and best apple pie, and on the day we went, a monster truck event that still has my son mimicking the loud, revved up noise the trucks made as they took off to the thrill of the crowd.

He looked every bit as mesmerized as I had always been, going to the fair each year.

Growing up, the fair was always such a big deal. The local schools shut down one day during the week the fair comes to town (the day is known as ‘Fair Day’) and on this day, school kids get in free. As a high schooler, I would meet my friends at the fair and we would walk around together until our boyfriends came and then we would couple up, stopping to take Polaroid pictures in the booth with the wicker chairs. I would usually come home with a stuffed animal that he won for me by shooting baskets or tossing rings around bottles. We could feel grown for a little bit, ordering and paying for our own food and getting on rides. Sometimes, we would even get bold enough to hold hands or kiss out there in all of that openness, but Frederick is a small town, so inevitably, I would bump into a family member, one of my parent’s friends or someone I knew from my church, and they would look at me and him as if to say ‘don’t be having too much fun.’

Pony ride at Frederick Fair 2015

I couldn’t wait to take my 2-year-old son to the fair and to see the wonderment in his eyes and on his face as he experienced it. I couldn’t wait to see whether he would enjoy the pony ride, going to the stalls to see the pigs, cows, sheep and horses. I wanted to see his face when he took his first bite of funnel cake and when he tasted one of my favorite fair crab cake sandwiches, made by one of the local fire halls.

He is still talking about the monster truck event and riding the pony. Yesterday, I asked him if he wanted to go back to the fair and he exclaimed “yay, funnel cake!”

Some experiences are transferrable. It brought me so much joy watching him take it all in. He had so much fun. He walked in between his dad and I, holding both of our hands, and jumping.

It had been quite a few years since I last went to my hometown fair. I’m so glad I did. I got to relive some of the memories of my beautiful childhood and to experience new ones through the eyes of my son.

It was such a great feeling.

 

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3 Comments Add yours

  1. Calvin says:

    Never stop making new memories.

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    1. womenwhohope says:

      I agree wholeheartedly!

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  2. Shel says:

    It is a blessing to share our past experiences with our kids. I’m glad all of you enjoyed the fair!!

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