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circus, daily prompt, foster dog, Marceline, potbelly pig, rescue animals, rescue dogs, YA, young adult lit
I dreamed about running away a lot as a child, but not even once about running away to a circus. No circus dreams for me – I wanted to run away and live in the Louvre. Never mind that I lived in a tiny town in the armpit of America: I read “From the Mixed Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler” when I was 10, in 1968, and I just knew that if Claudia and Jamie could swing it, then my little brother and I could too. All I had to do was figure out how to get us to Paris, which, alas, didn’t happen – I made it there for the first time in 1976, but not with my brother, and while I still wanted to live in the Louvre, I decided not to make a scene about it.
Now that I’ve been daily prompted to think about the circus, though, I realize that I live in a beautiful circus, one of my own making, and I wouldn’t trade any of it for the world, not even for a chance to live in the Louvre (and that’s saying quite a bit!).
Gypsum Moon 
your circus looks very much like mine….we recently lost three of our old timers and though I miss them dreadfully the other four that allow us to live in their home keep us busy.
I’ve been looking around your site and find that seeing the rocks, the tools, the glassware..all remind me of my college days at Elon. Thank you for bringing back some positive memories for me.