When I was younger and still to this day, I have always been fascinated with the life of a carny and the world of carnivals . I don’t know if it was because of the movies and stories, likeSomething Wicked This Way Comes
So with ideas of magic and fantasy in our heads, Paul and I set out to hear the story of a carny and we found one. This is the story of Nick, a carny who ran away from home at age 15 to join the carny life.
So kick back and listen to the story that takes you from age 15 up to the point where Nick is sitting at the table telling us his story. You will learn about pain, charity and even the tricks of the trade in this episode of Zombie Popcorn’s Stories: The Life of a Carny.
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Well, Jason, I have a little carny story. I’m not sure what caused this, but I think it must have been a movie I saw, because when one of those small carnivals came to town (Pampa, TX), at the wise age of 8 I had this idea that I wanted to run away with them and spend the rest of my life in the glamorous carnival life, maybe even become a high trapeze artist. The only problem was, I wasn’t sure how this could be accomplished. So one night at the carnival I went to the outer circle which was where the trailers were that the people lived in, and I stood there. It was dark, and there was no one around, but I was sure someone would come soon and discover me. In hindsight now, I realize there wasn’t much to discover, but to an 8 year old with a dream, surely it would work. So I stood there. …and stood there. Well, maybe I should move over here. So I stood there. Hmmm. Maybe over there. I don’t recall how long I was back there, but I do remember it seeming like eternity. And eventually my dream began to fade a bit. Not one person came, no one saw me, and no one discovered me. This was my first experience of a failed career choice.