‘One day this circus came through town, they didn’t have much: a few fire-eaters, some clowns, and a lion tamer… But when I saw the trapeze artists, I knew I was going to be leaving with them in the morning. I showed up—scrappy, confident little thing—and bullied my way onto the train. They didn’t let me fly at first—I spent a lot of time selling peanuts and popcorn and picking up after the elephants. But eventually they let me train with the flyers, and once they saw how graceful I was in the air, they moved me into my own train car. I’m an attraction now. People come from all over to see me soar.And my parents told me I couldn’t fly…’