My first memories of the EX were parking north of the Dufferin gates and walking with my mother and brothers and my father into the fair. The smell has always been special, kinda reminded me of fresh baked donuts. I also remember peaking through the old chain link fence watching the Rolling Stones Steel Wheels Tour at the Old Exhibition stadium.
One time my mother and I went to a Jays game at the stadium and she got hit on the back with a foul ball. She says she doesn't remember that but I think she is just embarassed.
Nevertheless, it's a tradition. Always will be. The Polar Express, Ferris Wheel, Corndogs and Ice Cream Waffles. Don't fuck around.