Wyatt stood in the gazebo, staring out at the gathering crowd. Already, the greasy aromas from the food trucks drifted across the grounds, a mixture of funnel cakes, corn dogs, popcorn, and candied apples, all enticing people to come join in the festivities. Organ music blared through the speakers Patrick's crew set up around the roundabout's perimeter as children raced back and forth between the sideshows, game booths, and rides, their parents shaking their heads as they attempted to keep up with their rambunctious offspring. It was an impossible endeavor, but one that left the parents smiling instead of frustrated.
“The first day is always the best," Wyatt's grandfather said as he stepped up beside his grandson, twirling a black top hat with a bright purple band in his hand. “Nothing ma
