It was a hot and humid night in Livingston Parish, Louisiana in the middle of October. My dad, mom, brother, and I were inching our way down the road towards the fairgrounds. The traffic was backed up for at least two miles and my brother and I were restless. At just 9 and 12 we had visions of hot dogs and funnel cakes swimming through our minds, making us ask consistently when we will be there. At almost nine o’clock we finally pull up onto the makeshift dirt driveway heading into the massive parking lot, which was really only a field. A man looking to be at least twenty years old, dressed in a fluorescent yellow vest pointed us down the road to yet another man in a vest. We got our parking spot and my brother and I are ready to go everywhere our little hearts desired.
We entered into the fairgrounds, my brother and I holding hands in between our parents. I was holding my dad’s hand and my brother was holding my mom’s hand. We had to wait yet a little while longer in the line filled with …show more content…
I told my brother to stay on the ground right next to the line, we climbed the metal stairs, passed through the yellow, metal gate into a seat. It was probably the most awkward thing that I have ever experienced, we did not talk or even look at each other. If I remember it correctly, I do not even think we looked at each other. I mean I looked at him plenty, but at this point I started to see things that my newly made teenage hormones blinded me to in the first place. His blonde hair was cut into an extreme bowl cut, so bad that it was not even funny, and he had probably the pimpliest face I have ever seen. Now not to sound shallow, those were not the main reasons why I realize I did not actually like him, it was mainly just because I realized that the only reason I thought I liked him was because he was a boy who showed interest in
We entered into the fairgrounds, my brother and I holding hands in between our parents. I was holding my dad’s hand and my brother was holding my mom’s hand. We had to wait yet a little while longer in the line filled with …show more content…
I told my brother to stay on the ground right next to the line, we climbed the metal stairs, passed through the yellow, metal gate into a seat. It was probably the most awkward thing that I have ever experienced, we did not talk or even look at each other. If I remember it correctly, I do not even think we looked at each other. I mean I looked at him plenty, but at this point I started to see things that my newly made teenage hormones blinded me to in the first place. His blonde hair was cut into an extreme bowl cut, so bad that it was not even funny, and he had probably the pimpliest face I have ever seen. Now not to sound shallow, those were not the main reasons why I realize I did not actually like him, it was mainly just because I realized that the only reason I thought I liked him was because he was a boy who showed interest in