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FFMI

Fabulous Faux Memories Incorporated

The sticky juice of melted popsicle, dripping from the cheeks of a child, sweet cotton candy and icy snow cones sold from nearby booths.

Pop, pop, pop…cap gun wars begin amongst the groups of smiling families camped like little islands along the street.

The sun is rising brightly over the treetops, quickly warming faces and clothing. Distant music is heard from local marching bands.

People seem to sway and lean towards the street in hopes of seeing little Willy playing the tuba or Sally, the flute, in bright colored costumes with feathers and bells.

The street is alive with laughing and chattering, children sitting on dad’s shoulders, pointing at the horses and clowns.

Young girls in tight dresses with royalty sashes, teetering, trying to maintain grace and a plastic smile while perfecting mannequin waves to the crowds.

Bobby, holding a red and white striped box of buttered popcorn, spills it, semi-unintentionally on the head of his little sister, who, with hands in the air, immediately yells for her mother.

Her mother is behind the crowds, in the shade of a huge maple tree, feeding and bouncing the baby, whose morning nap is being missed.

Dad continually looks at his watch, plotting and planning the ultimate route to the park for the picnic lunch, while avoiding the traffic as well as considering the feasibility of sneaking away to sample the potato salad in the trunk of the car.

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