Growing up in the country, the county fair was the best excuse to "go into town."
That's still a thing, you'll notice when you go.
The fair is sort of an invitation for the county's agrarian kind to come into the city in an environment that suits them, and even shows them off a bit.
When I lived on a dirt road in the northern part of Faulkner County and attended a very rural school, (I started kindergarten in a school house) it was a seriously wondrous event to go to a place like Walmart or to go eat at The Fish House on special occasions.
I remember Highway 65 from my part of the county to Conway as a long road trip rather than a car ride.
There were only two lanes. I stood up in the front seat, and no one ever used a seatbelt.
Once, I even forgot to wear shoes!
Those were the days.
Things are much different for me now, living and working downtown.
I have to set time aside to see countryside or chickens and pigs.
The situation has essentially reversed itself.
The county fair to me is the best of both worlds, where the two different lifestyles meet in the middle and ride a ferris wheel.
Kettle corn is cool too. Salty and sweet, the best of both worlds.