So I live out in the boonies. And in the boonies there is very little entertainment to be found, which means when something does pop up, it's attended by you, your cousins, your cousins cousins, and even old farmer Ted who lives in seclusion and speaks to nobody other than his sheep. And year after year, Carp Fair has had that spotlight. Carp Fair is a wonderful three-day event with rides, Ferris wheels, Beaver Tails, and of course, farm animal showing and hurdling events. There are farmers markets, hand-crafted jewelry sales booths, window and fireplace sales booths, and of course there's the one tobacco and "medicinal herbs" sales booth. It's a pretty big deal.
For the teenage population however, it's a blatant excuse to get intoxicated with whatever they can find and every year, there is some group of grade 9 children caught by homeland security consuming things they are legally prohibited from consuming. In the middle of the day. When the sun sets, it becomes basically a big rave, with the lights from the rides shinning off the young drunken faces of Hicktown's finest.
I attended Carp Fair this year for the first time without my parents' accompaniment and by surrounding myself with mature people, I actually managed to have some fun. And the apple-cinnamon home-made doughnuts were to die for.
