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Just a few months ago, I never thought I’d be one who liked going to fairs. I never quite had the will power to go on those rides they always have, but watching from a distance is always enjoyable. I liked the fun and lively atmosphere these events always have and even though I go home tired afterwards, I have a feeling of satisfaction whenever I get home from a day at the fair.

But it wasn’t always this way with fairs. Not with me, at least. You see, due to a rather unfortunate puppy-love moment during my adolescence, I was totally and unceremoniously dumped by my first ever boyfriend in a fair. I will not get into the details; suffice to say that it was a public humiliation.

So, you can’t really blame me for having sworn of all fairs.

Then, just a few months back, one of my friends from college needed some moral support. She was setting up a booth at a fair, and wanted someone to be there with her. Right then and there, I decided to be an adult and face my fear. After all, how can I be dumped if I don’t have a boyfriend at the moment?

So, I made up my mind to try going to a fair after that last, mortifying time. And now I’ve discovered, I love fairs! So many interesting sights to see, and so many fun things to buy. But ultimately, what really got my attention was a something I’ve been missing for a while now: My youth.

I watched my friends doing her charcoal artworks, and it reminded me of an old passion I once had: wood carving. It was a passion I inherited from my grandfather, and the booth at the fair allowed me to awaken my artistic side again. Chances are, you’ll find me selling my crafts at fairs these days.

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