Scarborough Faire.

Pushing 30 years ago my mother dragged my family to Scarborough Faire.  My father was tired and didn't want to walk around in the sun on one of his few days off.  I was a teen and didn't want to do anything my mother wanted me to do.

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I don't think my father really cared for the fun and the magic, he was just trying to find out how to get a piece of the action.  The faires generate a lot of money changing hands and he wanted a cut.  My father didn't get to see his company turn a quarter of a century old but my sister did and she's looking at another few decades before she slows down.

When my kids are old enough we're going to have them sell mugs and such.  I'm thinking about teaching them to flinch and say "Not the face" whenever my sister walks by.