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There is something about a fair. I don't know if it's in the atmosphere with all the music and sounds, the sights and colors, or maybe it's just something inside that just revels in the idea of having a chance to let the little kid out of me and have fun. But, there is something that happens to me whenever I come to a place like this. I am filled with a sense of excitement, wonder, and joy. 

At my age, going on the rides that tumble, spin and jerk you in every direction of the compass is not as easily endured as it used to be back in the days of my youth, but though my eyeballs circle like marbles in a glass when the ride finally comes to an end, and my insides take their own sweet time dislodging themselves from my throat, I can't help myself. I find myself queued up in line for another dose of dizzying madness.

For a short time my only concern and focus is which vendor am I going to spend what little money I have left with for a drink and a small bite to snack on.

We don't have to wait on a fair to face our days with a sense of wonder and excitement. I mean, we can't expect every day to be all rosey and full if sunlight. Life doesn't always go the way we want it to and many of the tests and lessons we experience in life would be seriously difficult to face with a spirit of joy and laughter, but in all things it is up to us to determine how we react to whatever we are faced with. Every day I spend outside of the razor lined fences, every day that I can walk freely outside of that cage is a wonder to me.  I am constantly filled with gratitude for the second chance I have been given in life. Still, it is special to me having a specific place I can go where I can be free to let myself run and scream, laugh out loud, and lose myself in boyish glee.

They say that time flies when you're having fun and it is truth. On the ride back to my little sister's house, listening to the little ones chatter on about this ride or that event, all I could do was smile. I knew that soon enough I would immerse myself back into my regular every day routine, back to my deadlines and schedules, yet, as I was listening to the reflections of our day, I was reminded how wonderful life is.