Destiny likes tractors. And horses. And farm stuff, like threshing machines. She's a well-rounded little girl -- she likes her barbies and her flower-painted bike just as much. But, Rollag comes but once a year, and Destiny was looking forward to it. Last year we bought her a new Rollag t-shirt, so it had been laid out for several days in preperation of dressing for the occasion. New boots from grandma & grandpa were also perfect for wandering through mud and avoiding horse poo. It's surprising how much she likes these sorts of things; she adsorbs everything around her, and she has a memory like nobody else.
This year went pretty much like previous years. Besides looking at all the tractors, we rode the carousel, we petted the horses, we rode the train, and we got a hand stamp for re-entry (even though we weren't coming back). And, like last year, about the time we saw everything that we needed to see, Destiny's request was "can we go look at everything again?"