Weekend set for circus, fair
One of the most vivid and terrifying memories I have as a young child involves the circus. But, it’s not a tale of evil clowns and giant elephants as you might suspect.
Instead, my fear stemmed from a much simpler instinct — not wanting to be separated from my parents.
When I was 7, my mom had only recently married my stepfather. We went to the circus with one of her friends who also had children and her friend’s sister, who I called Nana while growing up, did not have any children. Nana had to go to the restroom and because I did also, I tagged along.