Circuses have had a place in my imagination for a long time. They’re part of my family mythology. When I was two or three years old, we all went to the circus. My brother was a baby at the time, so my mother was in charge of him and my older sister. My father was tasked with keeping me in line.
Easier said than done, apparently.
I got away from him, and a moment later, I was standing in front of a large elephant on its way to the big top.
Instead, we gazed at each other silently. Nobody dared to move.
Then my father saw me, and he sprang forward, grabbed me, and yanked me out of the elephant’s path.
I have no real memory of this incident, though my parents sure do. But I grew up with the story, and I tried to instill both the terror they felt and the fearlessness I displayed into The Marvelwood Magicians.
You may well have your own circus tale. Tell me about it! Your comment will enter you in a contest to win one of two signed copies of The Marvelwood Magicians.
Write a comment on the blog telling me why you love (or fear!) the circus. Two winners will be picked by random.org on October 20.