So, I usually avoid stuff like this… crowds, overpriced crap your kids will die without, sugar coated sugar, sensory overload on a stick… but when our friends said they were going to the circus, and they had enough tickets to get our kids in too, how could I refuse?
Honestly, what is the circus, if not the unchanging embodiement of childhood? It was awe, wonder, drama, anticipation, anxious, trembling glee. It was sticky and loud and delicious.
Children are so nice to have on hand, so that you always have a built in excuse to do childish things!
The difference though, between children and adults, is that while they sat rapt, with jaws slack, hanging on each move, each joke, each swish of the tail, my mind wandered.
Who are these people?
Are the tiger trainers married?
Is the acrobat as lonely as she seems?
Are all those dancing girls former drill team captains? Are they dating the men in black who move the equipment around in the shadows? (Those men are called “roustabouts” by the way, and I kinda want to be one, based solely on the coolness of the title.)
What did they eat for breakfast? Is there a travelling cook?
Who is watching their children?
Were they born into the circus or did they run away to join? Was it an ambition or a last resort?
Is her name truly Elaina? Or is it something more like Jenny or Kim?
Where did she get those boots?
My children want to look up answers to their questions. Things like “Why do only some elephants have tusks?” and “How do you teach dogs to jump through hoops?”
Those questions, are easy enough to research and resolve, but Google will not answer my questions.