The first time I went to the circus I was about 5 years old. I saw all these amazing people doing all these cool things that, in some way, scared me because I had never seen them before. Because their faces were painted and they were dressed up kind of funny, I thought they were aliens–since at that age that was the only explanation I had of why they could do all this amazing stuff like jumping from one rope to another while someone was holding their hands. I told my mom and dad that I wanted to leave because I got a “little” scared. They made me stay until the end of the show. One of the people who worked at the circus was a friend of my dad so at the end of the show we went to see him. I hid behind my mom’s back. My dad’s friend, Jeraldo, grabbed me and put me on his shoulders. At that time I had lost my fear because I realized that he was a person just like me or anyone else.Darwin is Speakaboos’ high school intern. Check back next Tuesday for his next entry!
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