Oh, Mason was a fine place to grow up. Small town charm and all that. I used to ride my bike all over town, poke around the banks of Sycamore Creek, and sled down the hill behind our house in the winter. And yes, I went to the Ingham County Fair and rode those rickety-ass rides.
And whether I was grounded (usually for grades ) or not, I'd just as often be in my room, playing guitar, listening to records, or reading Jack London.