It’s that time of the year – I’m over winter, tax season is approaching and I am in dire need of some excitement. This is around the time I start threatening to run away and join the circus. When I was a little boy, my parents would take my brother and I to the circus and I marvelled at the incredible acrobats and tight-rope walkers, the beautiful elephants and majestic lions with their tamers, the funny clowns (now scary – thanks for that Stephen King!) and all the colourful performers under the big tent.
Everybody Remembers Their First Time
