There’s a parade in my home town on the weekend closest to May 1st every year. It’s called the May Fete Parade, and it goes down the main shopping street, and I don’t remember where else.
The fire department comes out. People dress up their pets. And when I was really little, there was always a bevy of kids on their tricycles and Big Wheels.
It was the highlight of my year when I was four. I remember the thrill of pedaling my red trike past the pressing crowd.
My first performance, I guess.