Every year of my life, Templeton has had a fair near the end of August. I remember very clearly, barely being able to ride my bike and still biking the mile it took to get to that fair. The fair, for me, is a grounding point. For the past few years there has been no difference at all in the venders and still it is something that marks the end of summer and the return to work. Its funny that it still does this for me. I love it. I love that the historical society still opens its doors then, and the crazy rush for food at the food tent. I love all of the auctions, and seeing strange people that I new forever ago....I love Templeton's end of August fair.
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