Sunday, June 02, 2013
My four year old granddaughter has been asking since January if I would take her to the circus. Every time she asked, (often) I explained we have to wait until the circus comes to town. Watching a television version did nothing for her. She wanted to ride the elephant, eat cotton candy, and get a light up wand.
Today my daughter and I took the kids on a mystery trip to the Tebala Shrine Circus, in town for the week-end. When they realized where we were, they screamed. That is the best part of every mystery trip
Within the first ten minutes my granddaughter got a pink slushy, cotton candy, and a flashing star wand. That cost $25. Not horrible, but there were two more grandchildren.
I have to say, the magic of the circus left me years ago. It may have happened the year the elephants had diarrhea. It's a hard image to get out of my head.
Today I watched the tiger act, and hope they will escape. These tigers yawned. The clown acts were dumber than usual and the timing was off. The acrobatic tricks were underwhelming, but that's been true ever since my first sighting of Cirque du Soleil.
At intermission my daughter and the kids rode the elephant at $10 per rider, even the two year old. The elephant walked twice around the ring. Ride over. But no diarrhea and the kids were ready to go home. We avoided the crush of the crowd, and maddened drivers leaving an unmarked parking lot. Be thankful for big favors.
On the way home I asked my granddaughter if the circus was as good as she had imagined. "No. My dreams are better."
That's my girl.
My daughter & three grandchildren on the back half. My granddaughter is in the shiny pink (of course).