When I was a little girl my parents took me to the circus every year. Not just any circus…the Barnum & Bailey Circus, otherwise known as the “Greatest Show on Earth.”
I remember watching with awe as trapeze artists performed daring feats overhead while the dashing Gunther Gebel-Williams worked with the big cats below. I was so in love with Gunther Gebel-Williams. My parents even bought me his plastic action figure, which I played with until I stopped playing with dolls. That toy is in my keepsake box right now.
Perhaps my best memory of the circus was the year my mom and I made the drive into Anaheim, California, early in the day to see the circus animals and all of the circus equipment and performers parade down the road from the train station to the (then) Anaheim Pond where the circus would go on later that night. We saw elephants and big cats, rare birds and horses. It was spectacular!
It was with these childhood memories in mind that I sat down in the theater to watch The Greatest Showman. I hoped upon hope that the movie would live up to my expectations, that it would not tarnish my cherished memories with tawdry images and some political agenda.