It's my favorite time of the year, I can't wait to go pumpkin picking, stop by a fall festival or two and drink all the apple cider. Growing up in a small agricultural town, the local family event of the season was the annual Fall Bazaar that was held at at the local Catholic Church. You better believe everyone in town showed up to the St. Joan of Arc Bazaar. My family was always in charge of the goldfish booth, which was obviously my favorite stop. Between all the cotton candy, tamales and my mom's cookies, I'm pretty I spent the next week feeling like crap! Dunking teachers at the dunk tank and running around playing at every booth, I have so many great memories at Bazaar. How I miss getting in the mood for a night of obscene amount of caramel apples and pizza, prizes like stuffed animals, taking home goldfish and naming them goofy names, playing hide and seek beheind the church and staying up way too late for an eight year old.
(image via hunt club forest virginia beach)
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