We never went to the County Fair when I was growing up.  At least, not that I can ever remember.  In fact, I didn’t realize there were such an entity until I moved to Preble County as an adult.

So. I don’t know why I have such a love of a good county fair.  The corn dogs, no doubt.  And I love games…. and dropping ping pong balls in goldfish bowls.  Horse races.  Overstuffed sandwiches.  Deep fried everything.  Kids competing in 4-H Shows.  Blue Ribbons on Homemade Pies.  The smells, the sights, the blinking lights.

And then I get really sad when the whole shebang packs up and rolls out of town.

It makes me weep to see the dancing bears… all tied down on the back of a flat bed.. and headed for the highway.  I love them so.

Dang I’ll miss you dancing bears.

Isn’t that how it goes though?
When something leaves……  we miss it.  Terribly.

“Flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.” – Douglas Adams

“Love is when he gives you a piece of your soul, that you never knew was missing.”  – T. Tasso