Clowning Around
When I was a little girl, my grandfather dressed up as a clown whenever there was a parade coming through our small town. No, he didn’t dress up for no reason and sit and watch the parades, but he (along with a group of his friends) rode his little trolley or bus or whatever it might be through the parade to entertain those in attendance. As part of the festivities, I often had the opportunity to truck along with him. Oh, clowning around!
Fast forward and many years later, I found out about Florida Circus School of the Art. In the …read more
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