Over the past weekend, spent a day at the fair. The fair is a huge deal- it’s the beginning of fall to me. The food, the rides, seeing people having a good time, and oh my- the people watching. It’s a fun time always.

I’m not a fan of all the rides- the ones that twirl you around in the air are not for me. However, I love the pirate ship. I can’t explain it- and I’ll ride it at least twice. My brother hates it. But he agreed to ride it with me one time if I’d ride something he wanted to ride. That is how I got on the ride that takes you high up, then drops you down really fast. It’s not sooooo bad, but not one that I was like “Let’s do that again!”

After we rode those rides, we walked around some more- just seeing the sights and smelling the good food smells. My mom decided she wanted something to eat, so we found a place to eat. Then me and my brother mentioned the donut burger. My dad was instantly intrigued. So him and my brother went to go get one. Now, don’t get me wrong- I thought it’d be gross. Donut, meat, bacon and cheese? Together? Who in their right mind would this was good? I was wrong. Something about the flavors just worked. Now, it’s not something you want all the time. But, it is good.

While they were getting the donut burger- my brother decided a deep-frien twinkie was in order, as well. Never had that before either- actually not a huge Twinkie fan. But, that was good as well.

Between the food and the fun of hanging out with my family at the fair- something that now only happens every once in a while as opposed to yearly (because of busy schedules, living in different places, etc, etc) Saturday was a day to remember.