Last Days of Summer

a view of Toronto on a hot evening in August

 flying high

girl with candy apple

a view of the moon on the day Neil Armstrong died

kids with bubble guns

gondolas 

Every year, for as long as I can remember, my dad took my sisters and I to the CNE in August.  He would pack drinking boxes and sandwiches of white bread and cold cuts and buy us tickets for all the rides.  When we were teenagers, my sister and I were allowed to stay after dark and take the subway home by ourselves - a sign of freedom and growing up.  But we never grew out of going to the CNE.  Even as adults, we went to The Ex with Dad.    
It's not the same without him....but we still go.