Under the Big Top

This is where we spent Saturday evening. Yes, we enjoyed our first circus. Well, my first circus . . . though my mom has promised to me that I have been to a circus during my childhood. The event is nowhere in my memory. So for my birthday, Jeremy took me to the circus. It was the best entertainment I have had in quite some time. I think I will need to make it an annual event. I saw the most amazing the things. Elephants that would shake their hineys to rap music. Huge bears that would walk up and down stairs on their hands only. Legs straight up in the air! I kid you not! Then there were the human tricks that were making me hold my breath. People, such as trapeze artists, are a bit extreme for me. You couldn’t pay me a million dollars to do some of that stuff. And if I remember correctly, I made that statement more than once on Saturday evening. I don't care if there is a net to catch me!! (Which wasn't always the case for these people.) Since our last vacation in May when I chickened out on our zip lining excursion, I have come to terms with the fact that maybe I have become a tad bit scared of heights. I made it through the first zip line (after the local boy gave some encouraging words and a gentle shove), but I wasn’t to keen on the idea of walking tight ropes and other IMPOSSIBLE obstacles to get to the remaining zip lines. So another local boy soon became my hero as they belayed me to the ground. While my husband looked on, probably embarrassed that I was holding up the line of the brave souls behind me. Back to the circus . . . So even watching the more adventurous human events at the circus had my heart thumping! It was an incredible evening. And I wish you could have been there to see it for yourself. My stories just can't do it justice.