Recalling my Puck Fair childhood

IT has been many years since I walked the streets of Killorglin, amidst the hustle and bustle that consumes the small town during the Puck Fair. I remember the jaunty banter, packed streets, and a Puck goat perched perilously 40 feet above the crowds in the middle of the square.
I remember the stalls with all kinds of gloriously shiny trinkets and brightly coloured plastic toys.