As a child, I
remember my parents taking me to a state fair sideshow and telling me to give my
ten cents (money I earned by cleaning the cat litter every day for a month) to
the person selling tickets.
My parents didn’t
go in with me … they said it would be ‘fun’.
I remember my eyes were as big as fried eggs
when I came out of the circus tent.
My parents forgot to pick me up, so the lady
with all the swords in her let me sleep in her car.
It’s
a memory that sticks with me to this day.
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