Run away?
Sure, there were times the thought of the excitement of it ran across my mind growing up. But the circus? I think not. It never entered my mind. Running away to join the circus that is. I must admit though that there were those crazy days on Stevens Avenue where Dad offered it as a legitimate career choice for me."What? You're kidding me right?" He wasn't laughing. Remember: mischief had a way of finding me. At least now, I wouldn't have to travel far, and if I didn't like it, Dad would probably take me back. Yes, believe it or not the circus has come to town. Not the Ringling Brothers, not the Big Apple, not the Cole Bros., not Barnum Bailey, but CircusAtlantic. Never heard of it? Neither have I, but they have started offering courses in a warehouse at Thompson's Point.
Riding a unicycle across a highwire?
Tumbling on a trampoline?
Working on a trapeze?
Doing a little juggling?
Really?
I was thinking more on the lines of a clown.
Speaking of clowns, this is a funny post. I'll bet you were a fun 8th-grader and sat in the back of the class and got all A's and drove the teacher up the wall or maybe off to join the circus! :)
ReplyDeleteI'm afraid as soon as there are clowns involved I'm out. Clowns are absolutely terrifying.
ReplyDeleteCareer options opening up?!!
ReplyDeleteWell that is interesting. If I had practiced riding a unicycle on high wire, maybe I would have better balance today. I remember when I was a little kid asking my dad "why would anyone want to run away with the circus?" "I can't imagine" he said.
ReplyDeleteI am fascinated by jugglers, but I am not sure they will be able to teach this to me!
ReplyDeleteeverybody's gotta gimmick...
ReplyDeleteWe have a few travelling circuses here. I got a few snaps a few years back when a few animals were on the run, but that's as close as I come to a circus these days.
ReplyDeleteme neither!
ReplyDeleteIt's the trapeze for moi.... NOT :)
ReplyDeleteI knew someone who went to clown college.
ReplyDelete. . . but I'd like to watch some of those classes . . .
ReplyDeleteThey all seem to be trapeze and tightrope classes here at the circus schools!
ReplyDeleteI'll pass thanks.
ReplyDeleteBeing a clown might be fun. I'd rather watch though!
ReplyDeleteA friend of mine had a boyfriend who went off to clown school. Should I add that was in the early 70s? He apparently made a career of it. (No. He was a real clown. Not a politician.)
ReplyDeleteI'd probably be the guy blasted out of the cannon.
ReplyDeleteI would only be a clown. No trapeze for me, thank you. Though, maybe I could train some dogs.......
ReplyDeleteOr how about throwing knives at the pretty girls.
ReplyDeleteNice poster.
ReplyDeleteThere is a real art to being a clown, and several long traditions. It might take you several years of Clown College before you could perform with a major circus. I'll stick to being an important circus participant, audience member.
ReplyDeleteHey, Birdman, you are retired. What else do you have to do? Go sign up!
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