People from around Philadelphia seem to absolutely hate the annual flower show that is considered by many to be the most important annual flower event in the nation. However, the hatred for the Philadelphia event isn't grounded in anything substantial (it's not like gardeners are growing armies of Nazi snapdragons or socialist daisies); they just hate the flower show for the sake of hating the flower show.
I only have bits and pieces, but what I remember is vivid. I was six, I think. Iím standing in the middle of the street, freaking out. My mom is pulling me, but Iím not moving, paralyzed with fear. People are yelling. I am holding up traffic, I think. The tall buildings seem to swirl around me. Iíd lost a baby tooth in the middle of Filbert Street.
Fortunately I made it out okay of this not-actually-dangerous scenario. My parents were even able to collect my tooth; I think I got a buck from the Tooth Fairy. The whole incident didnít sour me on Market East.