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Clay County Fair Research Paper

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The Clay County Fair, a little gathering the 9-17th September, where all manner of people meets to enjoy the good Spencer has to offer. It was my second month in the U.S after I joined the exchange program in Norway.

It was Friday I had only heard rumors about the fair and how magnificent it was. It was my second month in Spencer, playing football for Spencer High School, which i was very skilled at. But, it was a good entry for me in a social way. All the boys had talked about the fair, and how this Friday was going to be a joyful time in September. Our coach, Mr. Tighe, was nervous about the outcome of a week with rides and greasy food ment to catch you off balance, furthermore, how it would impact practice. He gathered all of the boys after …show more content…

After I hurried out and jumped in his Chevrolet Malibu, a old one, but still a classic. We drove quickly over to the practice field and heard Mr. Tighe yell already, “you guys need to hustle! Warm Ups starts in 5 minutes” with not even knowing how long it takes to put the gear …show more content…

By all means, i was kinda sweaty and sceptical. But the argument was that: it was the weekend, and I didn't have much to do later anyway. We ran to Ryan’s car and drove all the way over to the event center on the west side of town. It was a mess, so many cars blocked the road, the corn fields were full of relentless people who was ready for a good time. I had never been at a fair before, especially not here in America. Ryan, told me that it was less traffic on the east-side, and it would be easier from there. His old red jeep, full of rust and garbage was almost out of gas. We were just praying to reach the gas pumps, but Ryan always spoke of Spencer as a quite place, but with that many people, i would have questioned his statements. After filling up the gas, we drove to the parking lot, a huge corn field surrounded by Semi’s, camping cars and trucks. Real country if you ask me. We met the other guys by the entrance on the east-side. Everyone was energized and ready for what that was about to come. A bunch of golf cars came driving down the small gravel street, filled with elder people tired of walking. They came up to drive us, we drove over the dysfunctional roadcross where two men were standing, waving cars and golf cars on different directions. After crossing the street we saw a small stand with a an old woman in it, “You want to buy tickets, gentlemen”? Ryan and

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