Never Been to a Circus, Eh?

Dear "Circus Time,"

I am so bummed that I cannot access your link. The nicest place on the internet seems, well, very nice. We'll figure it out.

You have never been to a circus? Oh man. Let me tell you what you missed: exactly nothing. I was taken to the circus as a child--you know how I hate to write in the passive voice, but that's really the best way to describe it: taken. Or maybe dragged. I dunno. But let me tell you, the smell of animal feces has never left my nostrils.

I lied. This is what you missed.

Did you experience something so unpleasant as a child that you have not forgotten it? I'm not really talking about childhood trauma, because this isn't the forum for such conversations. Just something unpleasant. The circus was that for me. In fact, I'm not so much sure now why I decided to name our blog after a circus. I guess it seemed whimsical at the time?

I look forward to your response, Circus Time. And until then, I hope you can get this image out of your head.