Every year either the ice capades or the circus came to town, they alternated. The ice capades were great and so exciting. All the beautiful ladies, so graceful and elegant in their sparkly costumes. This was all very nice but I can't write much about it. It just does not bring out the memories that the CIRCUS did. I may get back to the ice capades after I think about it awhile--maybe in another blog.
Oh! I loved the circus! Everything about it was exciting, the caliope music, the ringleader, the lions, bears and elephants, even the smell was exciting. It smelled like peanuts, popcorn and cotton candy--what more could a littl girl want anyway! You guessed it---the flying trapeeze act!! Oh, they absolutely mesmorized me. I watched so intensely, every move they made and it was awesome! I, of course, decided that I could do that. It was simply a matter of timing--the one that was going to fly (which would be me ) had to leave her stand when the catcher was in just the right spot. After all, that is what they did and no one fell. Oh, I wanted to do this so bad that I decided that when I grew up I was going to join the circus and be part of a flying trapeeze act---This was my career of choice when I was six years old.
We always got a souvinior too. I usually got a little plastic cupie doll, dressed in feathers and extended from a stick that was about two feet long. One year my folks got me a chamelion. A little lizard that changed to whatever color you put it on. I had fun with it for quite a while and I don't remember what happened to it after that. I am assuming I either "loved it to death" or it got set free. I don't recall having it very long at all, maybe through the next day.
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I remember as a kid that you used to always talk about doing the trapeze act. With your skills on the swingset, you would have been great at it.
ReplyDeleteI was born with the talent to fly!
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