When I was five, my father took me and my brother to this circus. I can remember every sound, every smell, the air heavy of saw dust and horses.
Last night I took my boys. Today, as an adult, I look at the circus differently, but through the eyes of my two boys, I know it was every bit as magical. I could see it in their eyes and feel it in the way they both squeezed my hand when the lights were dimmed.
When that music started playing we were in another world.