Family

 My uncle shared with me this story of his childhood:

"When I was twelve, I got my first job working at a circus. I went to work every day wearing my pink bunny shirt. I never knew what to expect, sometimes I was the meek boy hiding behind the elephants, watching the oceans of strangers crashing through my home; sometimes I was King David amongst the Israelites, dancing about my tasks with a transcendent awareness of only myself. Songs were sung of me, feats accomplished by me. I arm-danced a giant and won; I out-burned the fire-tamer; I out-performed the magician. That was the summer of my youth and strength.

Alas, all summers end.

The government caught wind of my might and swooped in. A large man in large shoes addressed me with a sneer upon his mouth:
                                           "I am from the government!" he cried, "You are illegally mighty, only the government can be this mighty! As punishment for your contraband power we will imprison your dirty circus brethren and leave you to think upon your misdeeds in isolation from all you love."

And so my circus family was taken from me, and I was left to wander the wilderness of Canada for years before a friendly Lion-Farmer found me and cared for me. I lived with him for 3 years. Many a great adventures took place, but after the three years was over I decided to return to the world."


I'm not quite sure why my uncle deemed me worthy to inherit this story of his greatness, but I will cherish this knowledge.