My First Circus

All I had to do was roll up the window, but I couldn’t. My hands were stuck. My eyes were stuck. I was stuck. My mother sat oblivious in the front seat. She was growing impatient with the string of cars waiting to be assigned a spot in the distant patch of flattened grass. I watched in terror as the little blue ball grew larger and larger. Laughter boomed its way into the car. I felt the hot humiliating liquid soak my jeans as the gumball stopped in front of my face at the end of the clowns extended hand.