First trip to the circus

 When I was young, about 6 years old, I went to a circus with my family in upstate New York. I had never been to the circus before and as this being my first time ever going to the circus I was a little scared. My knees would shake every time I thought about seeing those long trunked beasts and the creepy clowns. I could tell that my sister wasn’t sharing the same emotion as every time I would peak at her she would either be jumping of her seat, only kept put by the seat belt, or ask my parents how much longer we would have to wait to get there. When my mom finally turned back to us with a big pearly white smile and said that we were almost 5 minutes away, I almost peed on myself. I didn’t of course because I needed to show my younger sister that there was nothing to fear in the circus and if I showed her how scared I was she would think that she was braver then me and if she thought that then I wouldn’t be a good sister.

So I gave my teddy, Mr. Blankee, the most biggest hug I could give him silently asking him to protect me against the elephants. Thinking about it now I see how silly that was but I also remember believing that Mr. Blankee was the strongest living being alive. I used to think that that if the world was about to end and that if all the buildings were going to fall all I would have to do was hold up Blankee and he would protect me with all his mighty strength and that he would save all the people I love with his incredible flying skills. So as my feet touch the circus floor and I catch my first glimpse of an elephant, my first impulse is to make sure that Blankee sees it too and can save me incase anything happens. Off course the only thing that Blankee was keeping watch off was the ground as I was too short for me to hold on to him by the arm without dragging him.

The elephant was huge, ugly and was completely capable of stepping on me. I did the only brave thing I could think of and went behind my daddies’ legs so that he was standing between me and the monster. My mother worried by my sudden reaction comes by me dragging my sister along with her. She looks in the direction of the elephant and immediately understands what’s wrong, I under hand thought she had super powers. She let me hold her hand or the rest of the time and we stayed as far away from the elephants as we could.

Then the time came to when we were going to take a family picture and as a child I loved taking pictures but when I saw how the picture was going to be taken by a clown I stopped mid step and almost dropped Mr. Blankee. My father then came and picked me up along with Blankee, confusing my fear with tiredness from the long day. The clown only smiled and waved at me while I was shaking from the sight of his red tinted teeth. He had huge red shoes and a big baggy colorful outfit. His face was entirely painted white except his nose and lips which were painted red. He was almost as scary as the elephant except I was certain that even my dad could beat him up if he wanted to drink our blood.

My father sat me next to him on the little bench and my sister next to me with my mother on her other side. While I was mentally debating whether I should or shouldn’t send Blankee to fight him the clown took the picture and we left the stand.  As we made our way to the car I figured out why the clown hadn’t drank our blood. My mother probably mentally tricked him into thinking our blood was bad and so he didn’t waste his time. Now I understand that the only reason why the clown hadn’t drank our blood because he was a clown not a vampire.