Under the Big Top
Posted by Rachel Balducci in Family on Thursday, March 18, 2010 9:38 PM
We are back from a very exciting, harrowing, grand adventure to The Circus. What a time!
Here’s the thought I had, during the nearly three hours we sat watching the cutting-edge flips and daring deeds: what has become of me?
Growing up, my family went to the circus fairly often. My parents brought us whenever it came to town; this was one of those “special things” we did as a family. I loved it and I have so many wonderful memories of sitting in amazement, watching the acrobats and lion tamers as I tried to decide what I would do when I joined the circus as a grown-up.
Tonight, I could barely watch. I was terrified. I could hardly stand to uncover my eyes when the two women dangled three-stories high, connected to wires with their hair. Don’t even get me started on the motorcycle that flipped upside down while connected to cables (not nearly as big as you’d expect, I might add), with two girls on a trapeze underneath.
After too much of this sort of thing, I finally leaned forward to my dad (he who had generously brought us all tonight) and asked how in the world he handled taking the eight of us to the circus on a regular basis.
“Did the circus terrify you and mom,” I asked. Both my parents turned to me and nodded vigorously.
“This is actually payback,” said my dad smiling, “for all those years mom and I sat being tortured.”
Good times. Special memories. I’m so glad we got to go. I’m so glad everyone in the circus survived.
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