Visiting the mop fair
Every single year we visit the mop fair; it's something I remember doing when I was small with my cousins, parents, aunts and uncles and it's where I won my very first [and only] Tamagotchi. I remember the pulsing vibrations of the music as we descended the hill and rounded a corner to the dazzling lights and smells of candyfloss and junk food and I loved it. These days, it's different; my parents are grey-er (sorry, guys), I am visibly older (but still just as small) and the palpable excitement isn't really for me, now it's to see the delight in my own children's eyes.
I remember waddling about the fair 5 years ago at 30 weeks pregnant then attending the following year as a new Mother, appreciating the twisting tea-cups for the first time since I was a child and more recently, taking two excited little boys to feel what I felt as a girl. It's amazing now to enjoy it as a photographer too, to record these new memories and to look back year-on-year at how life has changed, how the boys have grown and how I have changed. There's nothing more incredible than seeing your children as they were and as they are now; it's magical and humbling and the greatest gift for a parent.
Next year, we'll all be a little older and a little grey-er (bar the kids) but I'm sure the excitement levels will remain just as high for each year we return (until they're teenagers who refuse to leave their bedrooms, of course).
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