Sheree Bowen
A favorite memory of mine is growing up as a little girl and visiting the state fair with my Dad. I was a bit of a scaredy-cat so while my brothers enjoyed the rides I would walk around holding Daddy’s hand letting go only to eat cotton candy or to play coin toss games. I recall the sweet scent of fried pastries and other treats only found at the fair. I remember people-watching and glaring at the mirror-like shine of new vehicles on the showroom floor.
I remember Dad being protective and invincible.
