#smallscaredshroom

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I grew up in North Plains, a lil town just outside Hillsboro, and every year in august there was an elephant garlic festival. It was little, just a small craft market and food and small local bands. It colored basically every summer I lived there- looking forward to it, spending the entire time running around. There was a man there most years I went, he'd sit there for hours on end telling stories to gathered children as he made clay pots and vases on a wheel. One of my more magical experiences.

Oregon’s festivals are always pretty fun, I know we have a lot of them just in the Portland area alone. I don’t think it’s called this any more or if it even is an event any more but when I was a kid I remember this thing called “Taste of Beaverton” that came around every year where there would be food, performers, and local businesses with booths set up. And they did hot air balloon rides. 

They’d advertise it by putting up these big hot air balloon decorations on top of buildings.