The sounds of the annual Pumpkin fair buzzed in your ears and were just starting to get on your nerves as you waiting for the next attendee to step up to the archway you stood beneath. The Pumpkin fair was an annual celebration for Halloween, in which little kids would eat candied apples and pie, roll around in the freshly golden leaves, and teenagers would carve pumpkins and sip apple cider. There were musicians that would play jaunty yet vaguely spooky Halloween music, with lots of minor chords and complicated rhythms. Of course there were shops for the reluctant parent to purchase their children meaningless knick-nacks, and games which offered magnificent prizes of flimsy stuffed animals and small bags of candy that could otherwise be purchased with money that could come out of a child’s pocket. Nonetheless, the fair was always somewhat enjoyable to you, and either way, you had no choice whether or not to participate.
Your parents had always had their game booth,