Begining

Every story has a beginning. Or at least that is what they say. Not sure who this mysterious "they" is but aren't "they" always saying something? However that is beside the point. It is hard to place a beginning on what led me to work with the Horse Circus.(reader note: I will be leaving names out of this blog because I want to keep journalistic integrity. I want to be open and honest about my experience, no matter what)That been said, a lot of things led me to travel with this group. I have always had a love for the circus and yearned for travel and excitement. I certainly found it! I worked as a body piercer and waitress in my home town. I did a bit of performance art, singing, dancing, and circus side show shenanigans. All of those things led me to meeting people from this traveling equine extravaganza. Needless to say, within their month long stay in my city we met, became friends, and my boyfriend Billy and I left with them. We packed up our lives into a few suitcases and threw away everything we couldn't give to a friend or donate to charity. It was such a blur. One second we had settled lives with homes and jobs and the next we found ourselves on a plane to NYC. We ran away with the circus. Life hasn't been the same since.