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February 24, 2015
Venders help me push up the tent. Back and forth my sister and I walk on dewy grass from the car to the tent, carrying heavy wicker baskets of produce. I pretend Iím a magician as I take out a navy blue tablecloth, snap it open, and let gravity bring the parachute down to the table. While packing up at the end of the day, I unclip the support structure from one leg of the tent. With my arm outstretched I leap across to the next tent leg and grab it before the tent tips over. I am Superman.