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growing up in minnesota, the state fair was a HUGE deal for everyone! the farm kids made the yearly trek into the city, and the city kids got to see real live farm animals. almost every one i knew was in either f.f.a. or 4-h, and the the best of the best got to be entered into the state fair. there was a lot of buzz about the fair every summer.
as a fair patron, the thing that is the most vivid in my mind is my mothers love for all the weird products that the fair sells. the ginsu knife, the rubber mop, the head massager, the light up medical id bracelets. she was a sucker for all of them. we barely had any extra money, but every august it was like christmas for my mom. she found all the weird things that she wanted, and my dad would happily buy them for her and help her carry them around the grounds, stopping by our local 4-h chapter to say hi to everyone.
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