With our hair braided down one side with leather and feathers we arrive. As we come up the grassy hill past the carousel several people with robes and hair flowing hug us and hand us sticks of incense.
Some people sit playing bells, flutes, and hand drums.
Others dance through the crowd passing out flowers, fruit, balloons , and bread slices. In the shade folks are busy crafting Gods Eyes from twigs and yarn or necklaces from Cats Eye beads. Soon the distance from childhood disolves as we join in circle games, bubble blowing, and jump rope.