Been to the circus today. My kids first (!) time (yepp, I know terrible mother).

I think it is due to my own memory of it, we never gone. Remembered (I think this actually is my first memory ever) being about six years old and looking forward to the circus visit. Especially looking forward to the clowns. Upon their arrival I became terrified, especially the one walking around in the audience. Would it kidnap me? Or even worse, would it take mum or my sister.

Today’s clowns were not the It-type and my sweethearts look like they came out from the show without any damages.

It was a good time together.