A Japanese guy who loves America đ¯đĩđ¤đēđ¸
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In Japan, we have some strange town traditions.
Every spring, at a few shrines, sumo wrestlers hold babies up in the air and try to make them cry. The baby who cries first wins. It's supposed to bring good health. Parents sign up for this. On purpose.
In February, in one city, about 10,000 men in loincloths pack into a temple in the middle of winter and fight over two small wooden sticks thrown from a window. Nobody has ever explained to me what happens if you get one. The men seem very sure it's worth it.
So I'm not judging.
But I have a feeling America has some too.
Not the big ones. Not the ones on TV.
I mean the ones only your town does. The ones nobody outside your county has heard of. The ones that started in 1952 because two farmers made a bet, and now 900 people show up every year, and the mayor has to wear something embarrassing.
The news only ever shows me America's big cities.
I want to know the other America. The one where a whole town closes Main Street for a frog race, and the same grandma has won the pie contest since 1988, and nobody remembers why there's a goat.
So tell me.
Your town. Your state. Your strangest tradition. One line is enough.
And if you've ever been IN it, tell me what happened. I need to know.
Photos are very welcome.
I'll go first, sort of: I've lived in Tokyo my whole life, and my neighborhood's biggest yearly tradition is a sign that says "Please separate your garbage properly."
I need your help. đēđ¸