I came across this post from Abbie’s Corner all about rodeo’s and carnivals. We used to have parades where I lived. Floats – decorated lorries carrying Rose Queens, or bands or charities. It was always fun. Often there would also be a brass band and I recalled one time I was with my mum and she had a foster child in pushchair who had fallen alseep. The band came to a stop right in front of us and there was a man banging a big drum as the trumpets played around him. He looked down at the child and then at us with a confused, and then amused expression. The child hadn’t woken and still slept soundly. Because of all the noise we couldn’t expalin she was deaf.
Worth reading this post to bring some memories back for you, too.