not much fanfare

There is not much fanfare on this here fair aisle for Xmas or pampered micromanaged childs. The kids here make do with what little there is, and don't seem to mind sharing with other kids. They pile onto scooters four or five at a go and wander through parking-lots with dogs in tow, now dropping their food onto the sandy ground, now making the best of each day's go-around. They do not stay cooped up just watching TV, instead they shriek giggle and shout out with glee at things such as older folk just wouldn't get, at a silly face or when rain makes them wet. They'll splash in a puddle or a rushing stream with no shoes on and trousers ripped at the seam, they'll laugh at a stranger and call him bulé, with fire and fireworks they are prone to play. Without regulation these youngsters do well unlike in America's restrictive hell of dire prohibitions and the foul jackboot of cops dressed in black always ready to shoot. So pack up the little ones, learn to let go of all of the worries you once used to know, and get onto this small but wonderful spot where life is best lived with whatever one's got.

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