Needs a Name
Legacy Name: Needs a Name

Every kid dreams of running away and joining the circus. At night they drift off to sleep and fantasize about spinning Ferris Wheels and carousels. Children screaming as they plummet fifty stories to the ground, in the safety of a coaster car. The all-knowing ring master shouting commands under the big top. The buttery smell of freshly popped popcorn, and sticky caramel apples. But well all those children are safe In their beds dreaming, I was out experiencing all of this first-hand.

Before we get to the fun, we must first suffer the tragedy. When I was born, my parents couldn't care less. I was dubbed"needs a name", with a well-get-to-it-later attitude, as though I were some paperwork they preferred to put on the back burner. The short time they spent "raising" me was no better. It was impossible to get their attention for any reason.

All of this time spent on my own let my imagination run wild. For the sake of my sanity. Any TV show, movie, or book, where the characters run off to join the circus became like my bible. My ticket to freedom, and a better life. I always told myself I would do the same as those beloved characters someday. I told myself, I would run away, and join the circus. One day, I did just that.

Every Summer the Subeta Brothers Circus came to town. This year, it wasn't leaving town without me, and I was determined to become a part of it. Upon arrival, I immediately began to search for the ring master. I told him he had a new edition to his circus family; me. What did I have to loose? I was an orphan after all.

After a few months of odd jobs around the carnival grounds, I became known as a part of the carnie family. The carnies at the circus were the best family I could ever ask for, and my life back "home" became non-existent in my memory.I quickly found a fascination for the Ferris wheel, and everyday after I had finished my daily chores I was allowed to take as many spins on the wheel as my heart desired. I was happy, and finally had a home, but there was still one problem, I had no name. Well no practical name at least.

Now we carnies have Monday off every week, and as a favorite circus past time, we all sit around sharing stories about our lives, and how we came to be here. One afternoon on just such an occasion, it came to everyone's attention that I needed a new name. All of us sat around trying to think of the perfect name to suite me, when another carnie, a runaway like me; expressed to everyone that my name was perfect the way it was.

After some thought everyone agreed it really was the perfect name. I suppose everything happens for a reason, and my parents neglect created the most unique and suitable name for me. Something good sprung from my suffering after all. Of course, another thing me and my circus family agree on is that "Needs A Name" is a bit of a mouthful, so we just say Nan for short.

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