The topic of "Circus" connotes many and all conclusions to be formed...we all have our backgrounds to consider...and our experiences forming our answers.
I remember the Circus coming to our then small town of Bellflower, Ca.,.... and I was taken by my dad, not during performance hours, because he had business of some sort to conduct. I held his hand as we walked through the grounds...taking in the sights...I was little and in awe, and felt fortunate...for whatever reason it seemed special to me.
When I was a child I saw the grandeur, the enormity of the tents, the sawdust that graced the ground, and a pungent smell wafting up and into my nostrils...this was the circus, to me. I can't remember more. I wish I could. I can't even remember going back during performance hours...but I've read so much about the circus, in novels, and had seen all the movies that came to the theater in which my dad managed.
The circus was about the excitement to be had in this environment only they could offer! But what was real and what was imagination? Trying to discern the differences between the two is useless for me... When my kids were young, I took them to Las Vegas, to the Circus-Circus...high wire acts...and game machines...not much in the way of a traditional "Circus".
At this moment, I'm reading a novel by Deanna Raybourn, called "A Curious Beginning". 1887, England. Caravans of performers, freak show's...knife throwing..sensationalism from a period of time when a circus was made up of every oddity that was known. Not my idea of a kid's show, for sure.
The Circus may or may not evolve, more than it already has....I still have mixed feelings because a past that brings back good memories is worth saving, but one that doesn't, is probably not worth the effort. Two alternatives may be left...reading about them, or watching a movie or documentary...take your pick.
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