The blinding lights of the rides, all sorts of colors. The people get smaller and smaller as the giant machians take you high into the air. The smell of nachos and sweaty armpits fill your nostrols. You can taste the residue of buttery popcorn and sweet cotton candy on your lips. After spending your night there, your shirt is soked in sweat; you feel it start to run down your back as you go upside down on the Ring of Fire. Loud machians and screaming children fill your ear as you go around and around. The fair grounds is my favorite place to go in the summer.
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