I love the circus. I’ve loved it since I was a kid. There’s something mesmerizing about the blend of all the colors, the lights, the performers. Something almost magical about it.
As I’ve gotten older though, the circus has held a new fascination for me. The “tricks” I saw the performers do as a kid, make my stomach drop now. The trapeze artists swinging high above the ground without a net, the guy on that crazy weighted cylinder thingy that I swear is going to get going too fast and he’s going to smash into the floor of the arena, the woman hanging from her teeth 40 feet in the air. The death defying stuff scares the daylights out of me. What if they really fall…what if the tiger really bites the guy…what if they really don’t defy death and they die right there?
That would pretty much end my days of circus-going.
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