Not cut out for the circus

I used to have skills. Acrobat skills. Balancing skills. And yes, I once had juggling skills. But not anymore. Sadly, many of my brilliant and useful circus talents have vanished. Today while I was trying to entertain a friends' kids I broke out the tennis balls and tried to prove I've still got it. Well. I don't. Who was with me the day I decided to learn to juggle? I remember we were hanging out at Mom's work in AF and she had this giant box of stress balls in her office. They were dark blue and green and looked like little replicas of the earth. After an hour or so of playing dodge ball up a flight of stairs with them, I decided they would be good for juggling. So I spent the next couple of hours trying to figure out how to juggle. I was surprised that it wasn't that hard once I got the hang of it. Eventually I became quite good at it. One summer while I was in Texas, I bought a pack of tennis balls and would juggle while counting to 100 every night before I went to bed--just for the heck of it. Today I couldn't even count to 10 without dropping a ball! So, I just wanted to make sure everyone knows I won't be running away to join the circus anytime soon because all I would be good for is cleaning up after the elephants...if you know what I mean. Guess I'm gonna need a new fall back just in case the wife/mom/quilter thing doesn't work out for me. ;)