Dear Maine,
I am only 18 months old, and maybe you'll remember me, but I don't remember you. All I know is that my parents took me to your state fair in 1976 or 1977, and as I was growing up, we had a picture hanging on the wall of this old lady holding me, because she was the oldest person at the fair, and I was the youngest, and in the 70s, this was worthy of a photograph.
I also found this chair at your fair. Seems I sat down in it and refused to get up, so the chair came home to Pennsylvania with us. It is one of my favorite things, and I will keep it always.
Even though I don't remember my first trip to visit you, I will list you every time there is a contest to see who has visited the most states, because you most certainly count.
Love,
Tamarra
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