I thought about Jinx's story and then looked down and said "I remember... almost nothing of my mother, only that she smelled always smelled like flowers. When she died..." My voice cracked as I remembered things that I had shoved into the farthest corner of my mind. "My father became depressed and very... violent." I tried to think of a way to tell my freakish family the horrors that I had endured without losing my grip on the tears that threatened to spill down my cheeks. "He abused... and used... me almost everyday and then when I saw the posters for the circus, I thought "HEY! every kids dream is to run away with the circus!" I saw a poster that said Help Wanted so I went looking for the ringmaster." I lost the fight with the tears and they started streaming down my face "You know the rest."