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It's my third consecutive Monday off, and I promise, I will back away from the computer and go do something fun. But first I wanted to tell you about the Fishers Freedom Festival.
For the past 20 years, this annual event has been held to celebrate Independence. Face-painted kids throw water balloons at each other, local bands play under tents, Mom & Pop vendors scatter about selling their crafts, dogs compete in frisbee catching competitions, and a parade marches by with talents ranging from the local Taekwondo class to the High School Dance Club. The weekend is topped off with Sunday fireworks, which, although nothing spectacular, are quite entertaining.
The year I was born, the number of Fisher's residents barely surpassed 600. Growing up, I knew it as the neighboring area of
corn fields with a four-way stop sign and a McDonald's off the
interstate. 20 years ago, the year the festival was founded, I graduated high school. At that time, this entire town would not have filled up my high school of 2500 students.
The population of Fishers is now approaching 70,000. If you happened though here 20 years ago and returned today, it would be unrecognizable. But the one constant is the festival-- the annual reminder that despite tremendous growth, there is still a bit of small town in all of us.
