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A Day At The Fair Personal Narrative

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A Day At the Fair - Personal Narrative

It is Thursday, August 24th, the opening day of the Minnesota State Fair. I am here with my family, a friend and his mom, and one of my sister’s friends. It seems so long since last year’s fair. I always look forward to the state fair, even though it’s pretty much the same every year.
We park at the same man’s house every year. His house is right behind the mini-donut stand on midway parkway, across the street from the main gate. As we pull into his driveway, I feel a pang of excitement run through me, and when I get out, I can smell it. The smell is familiar, distinctive. When the telltale aroma wafts into my nostrils, I remember why come to this thing every year. We walk over to the main gate and through the enormous blue and green arches. The streets are swarming with people, and, to my left, the red, white and blue cab on the space tower is going up and down on its relentless twelve-day trek.
We head in the general direction of the Food Building. As I walk, I see Saint Bernard’s Dining Hall and the Merchandise Mart on my left, and the Farmer’s Union building and the Culligan booth on my right. The food building itself is ahead on my left.
We enter the Food Building, and as we do, it seems as if a wall of heat hits me. The Food Building is always hot because of all of the ovens they use. Some delicacies include Spudzza (potato pizza), gyros, falafels, and more. The world famous cheese curd booth is also located here. As I browse the aisles, the smells of deep-fried goodness waft into my nostrils. My favorite booth is the Cheese-Filled Italian Loaves booth. I go there and get a sandwich.
The Grandstand is the largest building at the fair. It consists of three portions: The main building, the East Room, and the stadium.
The stadium is where all the concerts are held. Main seating is in the middle, bleacher seating is on either end. It is designed as a racing arena, so it is very wide and not good, in my opinion, for concerts. They had to put up large movie screens on both sides of the stage because you can’t see the stage from the bleachers. There is a race every Labor Day, the last day of the fair. You can hear the cars from all over the fairgrounds and it gets really, really annoying after a while. Some artists appearing this year include Christina Aguilera, Goo Goo Dolls, and “Weird Al” Yankovic. I plan on seeing Weird Al on Sunday.
The part of the Grandstand that we are going to now is the main building. It consists of two floors of merchants selling all sorts of things, from pianos to software to golf clubs to the latest cooking gizmos. A friend of ours works at the Nadachair booth. He is my sister’s friend’s teacher. We usually visit him every year. A Nadachair is basically a cushion for your back with a strap around your waist for extra support. The East Room is just a separate room with more of the same stuff. I usually don’t go there because...

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