The temptation was great to portray the annual event in Appalachia through my eyes. Almost everything that I deem despicable is on view there: grotesque obesity, tobacco smoking in my face, accents that sound like dirty fingernails on chalkboard, hideous dress, foul body odors, bad tattoos and hair, laughable "crafts", and on and on. It's a bad county fair on steroids; it's uber-Walmarting.
But, my shorty's didn't see any of that. They could care less that bad teeth and low IQ's are a direct descendent of a shallow gene pool. They don't know that my (and their future) tax dollars support the "disabled" walking down Main Street eating corn dogs while high on Lortabs. They could care less.
They do know that they rode the tilt-a-whirl, that I bought them $2 pocket knives, that a half Mountain Dew on a hot day is dreamy, and they got face paint. Those memories will stay with them a long time. There will be enough time in their lives to form their own prejudices and opinions.
Apple Day was not that time though.
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1 comment:
Sometimes it is nice to see the world all soft & sweet as young children do and I can understand your not wanting to spoil that. Although, I notice you did manage to observe some of the decline of civilization lurking about. TeeHee.
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