My Rant Journal

Pumpkin Show

There is just something about Pumpkin show in Ohio. The breeze through your hair, the fall leaves turning orange. The rush of adrenaline. But I loved it with my whole heart. I always had that uneasy, nerve wracking, but excited emotion. Anything could happen. Will I meet a friend this time around? A lover? An enemy? Will I break away from my group and roam around by myself with none to judge?
As I walk down the crowded streets, my body feels free and light. Surrounded by new but familiar faces. The smells of the food. The exhilarating rides. There's something else about it too. It's called the Pumpkin Show for a reason. There's pumpkin burgers, pumpkin pie, pumpkin ice cream, pumpkin cookies, and everyone's favorite:pumpkin doughnuts.
Every year, waiting in line for half an hour just to get some. Getting them steaming hot as soon as you get the order. That first bite of sugary bliss that melts in your mouth. It was always worth it.
There was just always something magical about it to me. Maybe it was the cold air, the people, the parades. Memories. The promise of next year's fair as I leave. All the tired walking at the end of the night. The friends. Maybe it was a combination, or nothing at all. Just something that makes me feel like a kid again.
Oh how I would love to be there again.