Over the years, like any other youngster, I've daydreamed about skipping classes and running off to join the circus. And not just any circus. I'm talking one of those old-time circuses: the ones that artists, costumers, and historians dream about.
Alas, I remain firmly planted in the 21st Century, no sign of time-travel in sight.
Until then, I can always peruse old issues of National Geographic and daydream to my heart's content.
Alas, I remain firmly planted in the 21st Century, no sign of time-travel in sight.
Until then, I can always peruse old issues of National Geographic and daydream to my heart's content.