Observational Story

Growing up, my family made it a tradition to take my cousins and me to the Georgia National Fair every year. As time passed, we grew fond of other things in life. This year I made it a priority to take myself. 

While parking, the butterflies in my stomach began to flutter.

"I finally made it," I said to myself.

As I walked into the fair's gate, I instantly smelled the cows, pigs and horses. One might say that smell would've turned them away. On the contrary, this foul odor brought me excitement.

While standing in line, I saw the excitement on hundreds of children's faces as they walked around staring at bright colored rides, holding the giant toys they won from playing Ring-Toss, and eating pink and blue cotton candy.

"Mommy, can we please buy more tickets?" I heard one child ask. My eyes started to swell with tears. I could see 6-year-old me asking my mother that same question.

As I left, my eyes became glued to a rusty, brown wooden sign that said, "Turkey Legs and Roasted Corn." My taste buds erupted. I couldn't leave without tasting the sweet but savory turkey meat I loved as a child.