Thursday, September 13, 2007

Freaks at the Fair

Just about every county has one. When I was growing up, it was the Folk Life Festival. Out in Dallas, it was the State Fair of Texas.

This week is the Kay County Fair. Last night was our first evening to let the kids enjoy some rides ("some" being the operative word, seeing how we only had "some" money).

I love stuff like this. I could people-watch for hours on end. You won't find a more varied group of individuals anywhere else on the planet, than at the Fair! The darker it gets, the more colorful the crowd.

So, we go to hit the rides. The girls enjoy some "little kid" stuff together. My son, being the VERY cautious one that he is, watched everyone (family, friends, strangers) ride everything, but he refused. He just wanted to play games and lose all of our money. He stood alongside one ride and would quickly wave to friends as they came flying by. They never knew he was there. He didn't care. Just kept popping up on his toes, hair in his eyes, doing a quick wave ... over and over and over and over again ... as people had to walk around him.

My oldest daughter decided to go on one of the faster moving swirly things. It takes off REALLY fast, and it wasn't five seconds before she was trying to get someones attention to GET HER OFF! Yeah. That was us. We were the reason they stopped the ride early. Poor gal, was so freaked out and so embarrassed.

My youngest is four. She also is terribly frightened of people in animal costumes. No, wait. That just doesn't do it justice. She literally has a panic attack if a person in an animal costume comes within one mile's distance from her. She then continues to go between smiles and screaming, flailing, freaking out moments if she happens to catch too much color or the fur of a woman's jacket collar in her peripheral vision.

Oh, yeah. And she's black. Not a big deal in a lot of areas, but at the Kay County Fair, that's a bit of an oddity. So, it's not like people are STARTING to stare when the panic attacks hit. They're already in the "Look Ma! That family has themselves a black baby!" mode.

Then my son is sucking down a shaved ice, shivering and making his lips blue, getting the itchy asthma cough and his new head tic goes into overdrive. Imagine, this thin kid, coughing like crazy between every bite, covered in chill bumps, full body shivers and shaking his head back and forth ... and it doesn't phase any of the rest of us. We just keep on talking!

How many people do you think were people-watching US?


Qtpies7 said...

Oh, sounds like fun! LOL
Our friends have themselves a "black baby" but even though our town is not all that diverse, it isn't all that big of a deal because we are close to the Twin Cities (Minneapolis/St. Paul).

We went to Valley Fair and saw a couple of young girls who were conjoined twins, one body, two heads. They didn't really pay attention to the stares, but it was hard not to let my kids stare, they were just curious, but I can imagine the way some people talk.

Christine said...

We just tend to get very, very long stares. People aren't being judgmental (at least I rarely perceive it as such). They are simply trying to figure out how she got to be where she is!

If they only see one of us (the parents), they're looking around to see if there's a person of color to make the connection. They don't naturally assume adoption, although our daughter would not be the norm for a biracial child. She is beautifully dark!

Now that she's older, a "Hey Mommy" or "Stay with Daddy, dear" tends to come out periodically, so it helps people out quite a bit. Although, when I'm feeling a bit cheeky, I want to look at them and say, "Yeah. I cheated. But my husband hasn't figured it out yet, so please don't say anything."


Kez said...

ROFLMAO at your "I cheated" comment :)

Maybe you could hire yourselves out at the Fair - at least then get paid for the staring :)

Leanne said...

Lol! The 'cheating comment' is perfect!

I'm glad you had a good time at the fair, sounds like the kids did anyway and 'ain't it grand' just to see them experiencing it.