![]() ![]() I didn’t want the ride or the music or the night to stop. Pulled upward into the night sky I knew this: here was something where nothing had been and nothing would soon be again, but for a few days a very special flavor of fun had rolled into town, set up tents, and invited me in. From the top of the Ferris wheel, every bit had a place in a pattern of pretty. ![]() When you’re four feet tall, the loud and the crowd on the ground, the competing smells of stink and sweet, overwhelm. It was 1966, I was seven, and 1.2 million people attended the fair that year. It was at the Michigan State Fair that I first saw white people in overalls and blue jeans. I heard the Supremes-who, according to family gossip, dressed to emulate my mother-but I also heard country music for the first time. I saw my first live cow and my first live pig. When I was a young girl I went to the Michigan State Fair for the first time, and suddenly my world was bigger. ![]()
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