Childhood Memory When I was 10 years old, I visited the Bedford County fair. For something so simple and unsophisticated, it held a world of amazement for me. There were the smells of the cotton candy, snow cones and funnel cake along the concession stand area. The mechanical sounds of the amusements mixed with the natural sounds of the farm animals to create a montage I'd never heard before. The whir of the roller coaster competing …showed first 75 words of 401 total…

…showed last 75 words of 401 total…actually join the 4-H club and have a cow of my own. But, the thought of trying to keep a cow in my backyard in our rural neighborhood kept me from fulfilling that dream. I never did own my own cow, nor did I ever experience that kind of attraction to bovines again in my life. But for a couple of days in the summer of my 10th year, I was a real life cowgirl.