As a child, I loved the show. In fact, I think it was probably my favourite day of the year.
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Don't get me wrong, the three days that highlight any child's year - Christmas, Easter and birthday - were all great, but there was just something about the show that sent me into a full-blown manic state.
Where I grew up, the show would roll into town in October. The weather at that time of year was always unpredictable. Sometimes hot and dry, sometimes cold and wet, Always windy.
It was important the show fell on a decent weather day. Nothing short of cyclonic conditions would prevent my attendance, of course, but my parents' patience was inextricably linked to the weather.
If it was too hot, too cold, too wet, or too windy that would give them the excuse they needed to cut short the day - my day.
Each year, as I remember it anyway, my sister and I had a "one ride, one showbag limit (and not one of the expensive ones with the rat-a-tat-tat plastic machine guns which I so dearly coveted).
Anything beyond that came out of our own pockets.
But there were plenty of ways to extend the fun at someone else's expense.
It's not hard, through some subtle ego-stroking, to convince one's father that he has the skills - be it popping balloons or knocking down a stack of tins - to beat the odds and walk away a hero holding a giant teddy bear.
Or, you can always appeal to one's mother that the $2 Bertie Beetle showbag is actually a sound investment because a) our local supermarket doesn't sell Bertie Beetles so they're a collector's item, and b) if they did, it would cost more than $2 to buy the same number as are in the showbag (this may or may be true).
We all know that shows have been doing it tough over the last decade or so as crowds dwindle, expenses rise and volunteers are harder to come by.
But shows are a special part of growing up in rural and regional Australia and I desperately hope they have a long-term future.
At least long enough for me to one day be the hero holding the giant teddy bear.
All the best for the week ahead, Ross.