There's something magical about the fair. There's the colors and the energy that abounds when the fair or carnival comes to town. There's the smell of the popcorn and fairy floss. The long queues for the rides and the anticipation of what it will be like to go on the ferris wheel or the merry go round.
There's also something about the life of the travelling fair people. They live a nomadic life, moving from place to place, staying for a while before packing up again and moving on. There's an air of mystery about them as well. Where have they come from? Where will they be going next? Will they ever decide to stay in one place?
Possibly the most enjoyable aspect of the fair is watching the expressions of children, particularly young children on their first visit. Their excitement is tangible, as they discover surprises around every corner. Energy high and anticipation building as they wonder what will happen next. Perhaps they'll win a prize. Perhaps they can have another ride. You wonder whether the tired looking parents appreciate their little faces as much as the passersby do. Perhaps when you're so close to something it's hard to notice.
It's one of those childhood memories that most people have experienced I guess and that makes it a special event. It means we can all connect with it in some way. Memories of who took us, memories of our first experiences, memories of anticipation of its return to town again. These universal experiences can bond us, can help us feel part of something bigger, can help us to connect as a community.