Personal Narrative: My Gerogon Country Fair

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My family and I don’t have a lot of traditions, but as long as I can remember I have been going to the oregon country fair in Veneta, Oregon. It happens once a year during the second week of July. It is always on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. The fair consists of hundreds of booths filled with delicious snacks, handmade goods, and other sorts of crafts. My grandmother created the booth Glamarama, when Country Fair first started in 1969. My booth is a hair braiding/face painting booth, which I absolutely love. My mom and about four other close friends face paint and my aunt and two other women hair braid. I have been learning to face paint from my mom since I was young, and I have always thought it was so beautiful. I just recently was able to paint in the booth since my skills have developed. Face painting is very rewarding because you get to connect with friendly strangers, and paint beautiful designs onto them. I have been to fair every year of my life, creating life long friends that I anticipate seeing the whole year up to fair. I think that the atmosphere is what I love the most. Everyone is happy and …show more content…

Something that makes our booth unique is the gorgeous tapestries and colorful decor we like to put together. It helps to inspire us as artists and creates a good atmosphere for customers. The other face painters have carts and usually try to rush the process but luckily we have a large area for our customers to sit down and relax. The ground is covered in yellow hay, the ceiling is a large white parachute, and every other inch is filled with vibrant colors. The back of the booth is similar to the front, but has a small kitchen made over a large tree that had fallen many years ago. We decorate and work around the nature that is already there, to set up a cozy home for the twenty or so people that stay yearly. This is where we relax and get rocked to sleep by the music that play throughout the

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