It was the perfect time for me to go to a circus and do something new.
But as soon as I got home I realised I needed to get out of there.
I had a bit of a panic attack.
What was the point of doing it?
I started to think about it and the more I thought about it, the more scared I became.
My mind was racing and my body was racing, but nothing made sense.
The elephants were everywhere, so I didn’t know where to turn.
And the rhinos were everywhere.
I was completely trapped, unable to move.
My heart sank when I realised that I could never go back to the circus, even if I wanted to. I didn