Melon Queen

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Mike Richards

GSW 1120

Mr. Greg Cielic

9/2/11

Melon Queen

In my home town of Milan, Ohio the melon festival has been held every Labor Day weekend

since 1951. The festival consists of rides, games, food, a grand parade, and of course melons, and to

many, the highlight of the weekend, the queens contest.

In the early summer of 2007 my daughter made a decision to do something that I thought was somewhat out of character for her. She announced that she would be running for the title of Milan Melon Festival Queen. The Queen's Contest is held to elect a representative to promote the festival throughout the state of Ohio into the coming year. I mention this being out of character for her because, although she is a pretty girl, she has never been the pageant type. Going into her senior year of high school, she was the only girl in her class still participating in three sports: volleyball, track, and basketball. She has never been afraid of dirt or sweat, just not the pageant type. In the months leading up to the contest she and her fellow contestants attended weekly classes with the past year's queen in order to learn the ways of royalty. This includes smiling, walking, waving, talking, and dressing. She would show her mother and I what she had learned almost daily and she was getting quite good. As I mentioned before she is not the pageant type and hoped that she would be heartbroken after the contest. The summer went quickly and the festival was upon us. The time had come to put on a suit and tie and escort my beautiful daughter to the stage, where in front of a thousand people she would walk the runway and answer a difficult question concerning what she would do with $100,000,000. The contestants would be judged by four representatives from different festivals across Ohio. Ten girls were involved in the competition. I thought again how I hoped my daughter would receive a place and avert a broken heart. My wife and I sat in the front row. We...
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