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When it comes to county fairs, I’m a late bloomer. My parents never took me to the fair when I was a kid so I never knew what I was missing. The Los Angeles County Fair was held in the city of Pomona in the hot inland valley, a world away from the South Bay coastline where we lived. Out of sight, out of mind, I guess.
I was an adult when I attended my first fair. It was the 1978 Hawaii State Fair in Honolulu when my twins were 14 months old. I pushed them in a stroller along bumpy dusty dirt paths to check out pigs and cows and the critters at the petting zoo. It really wasn’t a very memorable afternoon for me or the boys.
A few years later our family moved to Grants Pass, Ore., just down the road from the fairgrounds. The boys were now an ideal age for carnival rides and monster truck shows and attending every single day of the Josephine County Fair in the sweltering August heat became a family tradition.
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