Rob and I went to the Harleysville Fair yesterday evening. It was positively swamped by teens and tweens. Kids today seem so different than when I was young. They are much more confident and seemingly more mature. At their age, I was sitting in my parents’ basement playing with my Peaches and Cream Barbie and feeling completely uncomfortable with my own body. At any rate, Rob bought himself a birch beer and me a root beer and we sat against a chain linked fence and watched the fireworks. We didn’t go on any rides. Not that I didn’t want to but I didn’t feel like braving any lines for tickets or for the rides nor did I feel like getting covered by the puke Rob would inevitably spew considering the dinner of Buffalo Chicken Cheese Steak and Old Bay-seasoned fries he over endulged in just hours before.