The dust kicked up in the wind as we exited the car to attend a local county fair. All around us kids were hurrying their adult escorts and talking in exciting voices about what they wanted to see and do. I could smell grilling hamburgers, popcorn, and cotton candy on the wind. Is is just me or is fair food eaten in the outdoors a thing of beauty. Walking through the gate I was transformed into a child again as we wandered around the grounds. I have seen hundreds of black angus, sheep, pigs, and horses in my lifetime, but that somehow doesn't seem to stop me from walking through the barns to look at dozens more once again. The laughter and screams from the carnival riders echos across the tree tops, and I smile. Handmade quilts, jars of preserves, flower arrangements, photographs, paintings, and plates of produce, displayed for all to see, with blue, white or red ribbons proudly draped over the extra special ones. Old fashioned...maybe...corny...maybe...but I think that a day spent strolling through a county fair is a day spent creating a memory that will never fade.