It may seem like a dream that only kids have, but joining the circus is something that I want to do before I kick the bucket. It’s not any delusional belief that I’ll be walking across the high-wire or swallowing fire. Those sorts of things are reserved exclusively for the ones who have trained years to master them. The real life of one who travels with the circus is one of heavy labor and long hours, and most of those who don’t have special skills do nothing more than help to set the tent up, clean up the poop from the animals and sit around waiting for something to break so they can fix it.
