I had forgotten when the fair started, it was already well into the first day when I remember - I hadn't set up my tent, or packed, or stocked, or anything, and was in a mad panic. I remember kneeling near some spilled icecream, begging my mother for help, saying, "Don't let me do this alone again." She seemed indifferent*.
I woke up weeping and drenched in sweat.
I'm so glad this is my last year at this.
*ETA: I'd like it noted that my parents have been supportive of my pursuits. Baffled, and I think they always wondered why I never grew out of the fantasy kids stuff, but if I had ever needed their help, I think I would have gotten it.