People swamp in like rats through the sewage
Cups in hand as they brush across each other
As the chords of music grace their ears
The smell of candied sugar whipped to stick
Corn dogs, turkey legs, lemonade
Beer, insanity, but fun
Dancing, living, and enjoying
Singing and chanting
Socialization at its highest point
It’s a festival of spirit
As much as a gathering of people
It’s a celebration of music
It’s a celebration of unity
It’s a celebration of us
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The last festival I had attended was in 2011, and it was in Little Rock, Arkansas. My ex-husband and I had went to Edgefest, and it had a huge turnout. With this pandemic, I miss these kinds of gatherings. I met so many great people, and we were packed to the front like marshmallows in a bag. It got a little scary when turkey legs flew into the air because what goes up…must come down. However, it was one of the greatest moments of my life, and I hope we get back to a point to where we get to enjoy life like that again…without risk of pandemic or sickness.
xoxo E.M.
The Ramblings of E.M. Kingston 