A Circus tent can smell of mildew, which most nine year olds don't care about at all They're overcome by glamour and the glitz of music, cotton candy, and three rings packed very full of jugglers, dogs and girls in sleazy sequined costumes as they swing perilously back and forth... while doing such amazing things. Hear the lion roaring at his trainer who attempts to fit her head into his mouth! I close my eyes and pray this moment's safely past. Not to be outdone, four elephants are marching one by one; they're doing tricks and bowing for the crowd. My children give them peanuts, giggling at the tickling of their trunks upon their outstretched palms. Some joy comes from surprising memories of clowns in floppy hats and torn up shoes, a squirting flower in their lapels; those endless colored scarves they pull from flowing sleeves; some gypsies reading crystal balls, a lion roaring in the night, a tent, in spite of overwhelming smell, has made us smile and say "Good Night."
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