Clint nodded as he moved through the stands trying to find a seat. They were really just wooden bleachers that were easy to set up and take down, but people would still come in and have a seat, no matter how uncomfortable.
"Never spent more than two weeks in any one city. Though we did go back to a few cities. I must have seen most of the country by the time I was 12." He smiled when he finally found an open spot, taking a seat. He didn't know why he felt so comfortable talking to this little girl. He watched as the master of ceremonies came out to the middle of the floor. He knew the act like the back of his hand, even after all these years. First it would be the acrobats, one of which being his brother. Then would come the clowns, and finally, the headliner. They called it a carnival but it was a lot like a circus.