And then the magical travelling romani circus of scholastic would randomly show up and you’d never care to buy any books but they had AWESOME gadgets and toys for sale
at the motherfucking BOOK FAIR
I FUCKING LIVED FOR THESE.
THIS WAS THE REASON WHY I STOLE MONEY FROM MY PARENTS. UGH.
OMG, I loved the order forms and the book fairs. If I didn’t have money when it was time for the book fair, I would get so upset. My mom would end up giving me like $20 or $30, which I made sure to be quite careful with.