Me and some Goats
When I was a little girl, my family went on many vacations. (As you'll see throughout this little album.) Every year or so we'd take a nice trip to the fair. These trips were better than real vacations because they only lasted for one day.
That's not to say that long vacations are a bad thing, but sleeping with three other people in a little metal room (or a little canvas room if you're tenting as opposed to moter-homing) for an extended period of time can be trying. I've only heard my mom say the "f-word" a couple of times. No suprise to me, we were camping.
At the fair, my brother and I would beg and beg for the pocket change it took to buy an ice cream cone full of food for the petting zoo animals. Dad might tease us for a while saying it was too expensive or something, but he always gave in. How else could he get all those pictures of us freaking out in supreme happiness in the midst of baby farm animals?
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