Fire (Works and Trucks)

We are at the end of a fabulously busy weekend: it was Fall Fair in our little town AND I was attending parts of a conference on campus. The weather cooperated to the max: it was like summer again.

We had lots of memorable moments at the fair:

• D. held a baby chick in her hands! 
• We found the exit to the corn maze! 
• We went on a wagon ride! 
• We ate famous fresh fry/chips purchased from a foodtruck! 
• We climbed on real firetrucks at the firefighters' open house evening! (see photos below)
• A. marvelled at tractors and bulldozers! 
• We found an excellent shadey spot to watch the parade! 

Much fun was had by all...followed, of course, by serious fatigue: they were both asleep by 7:50pm last night which has probably never happened before ever.

I think my favourite moment was taking D. to the 9pm fireworks on Friday night. This was her first time seeing real fireworks and she was sooo excited. We sat on a grassy hill watching the super-impressive-for-such-a-small-town show. D. basically did a running commentary the whole time. Her comments included both exclamation ("Wow!"), prophecy ("Here comes a big one!"), analysis via simile ("That one looks like a waterfall!" "That one looks like floating bubbles!"), and reflections on the after-effects ("That one lighted up my eyes!").

When the show ended, she was disappointed that it had been so short. She said she wished she could see it all again. And then, after everyone had clapped and people were all starting to walk/drive away, the fireworks started up again for the finale. It was such a magical moment, as if her wish had spontaneously come true.

On the way home she kept talking and talking about the fireworks. She told me that it was one of the best things that had ever happened to her in her life. Magical, indeed.