My memory starts out with me and the family sitting on a swing on a KOA cabin’s covered porch trying to figure out what to do. We were stranded in Pennsylvania for a week while the camper wheel rim was being replaced because we lost both the wheel and the spare wheel in an accident on the Pennsylvania Turnpike. While looking at brochures that were laying on the swing and in my lap, I saw a brochure for something called the Pennsylvania Renaissance Fair. We were intrigued by the glorious, glamorous, Elizabethan costumes worn by the performers shown on the glossy, high color, brochure. There was a unanimous agreement that this would be a great way to spend the day, so we decided to go. We planned to get up early the next morning, so we could arrive an hour and a half early, just like the brochure recommended. This seemed a bit odd, and I wondered why. That is until we arrived at the fairgrounds because once you park at a Renaissance Faire you enter a time warp zone. Once we got out the truck, we realized that this was not the small festival we had expected, we had been expecting something much smaller, like Riley Days. But the biggest surprise was yet to come. As the people begin getting out of their …show more content…
The front gate was made to look like a castle fortress and the way you got into the fairgrounds was by walking under the portcullis and over the drawbridge. Then in the distance, you could hear bagpipes, and then people dressed in costume started crying “Long live Queen Regina! Long live Queen Regina!” Wondering what all this meant I looked around and realized that they were welcoming Her Royal Majesty Queen Elisabeth the 1st England to the main gates so that she could open the faire and allow us in for a day of enjoyment in the Elizabethan and time-period. I thought the woman I saw getting dressed in the parking lot was impressive, but even her costume faded in comparison to the costume that her Majesty the Queen was