I've spent the last couple of days reflecting on my fair experiences and how they impacted my life, as I do every year. To say I love fairs would be an understatement. But growing up they weren't necessarily all warm, fuzzy, rainbows and unicorns. There were definite ups and downs to every fair.
I can vividly remember one year getting a nosebleed almost every day because temperatures reached 110 or higher. I can also remember hating wearing my uniform (jeans and long sleeves) and one of my leaders holding me down to put a belt on me... By the way I still hate belts! I can also remember never winning grand champion with my market animal. And always losing round-robin to my friend Miranda (every flippin time! She beat me at everything). There were even a couple instances where parents had mental breakdowns before the kids... These all helped make my fair experience, shall we say colorful?
But those few weird and unfortunate events, never seem to trump the amazing family and successful experiences that we had together. Especially our camp time! Now some of you may know, but I actually lived in the town that our fair is held but I still camped in a trailer with my 4-H club every year. Because what is better than getting up at 5:30am and just walking to the barn with the wheelbarrow and a pitchfork? Or sitting up late in a circle in the middle of camp, laughing about the events of the day and almost peeing our pants from so much giggling. My favorite was one year after our large Saturday night barbecue in camp with fresh oysters and everything, we took over the fire lane so that we could perform skits!
I may not have ever won grand champion market hog but I won champion with all my breeding stock that I ever showed. I also was one of those kids that had a million fair exhibits in the still exhibits with multiple best of shows each year (my table settings were bomb.com).
Most importantly while being involved in 4-H, FFA and attending fairs every year I gained that some of the best friendships! I made lifelong friends when I was eight years old by going to the fairs and working with people in the barns. Some of my favorite people, I met there. People from Willits, Laytonville, Hopland, Potter Valley and even Fort Bragg became family.
I think that's why fairs are such an important part of my upbringing but also created such an impact on my life. It wasn't about the grand champion ribbons, it wasn't about the uniform... It was about the learning experience, the fun times in camp and the friends you make along the way.
I like to win just as much as anyone... But I think people sometimes get lost in the winning and forget about the important aspects of fairs-- the people. Those friendships are invaluable, long after the ribbons and banners are faded or torn, the friendships are still there.
Miranda and I our last fair... She beat me at everything... She was even born 4 days before me! But I love this girl!
Sam! My leader, mentor, business partner, big brother, chaperone and friend!! Thank you for putting up with me for all those years.