Here are some of my most embarressing moments as a juggler;

1) At family day for a group home for the disabled in northern Maine, I was performing one of my regular routines. In this three ball routine, I keep juggling the three balls as I gradually lay flat on my back, then come back up to a standing position. At this particular show, as I slowly stood back up, I split my pants!

2) Years later, at a family day event for a nursing home in southern Maine, we were again performing outdoors. This time it was on a very hot June day. After the show, the son of one of the residents came up to me and said, "Your faith is inspiring." Unfortunately, I heard, "Your face is perspiring," so I responded, "That happens a lot, especially in the summer!"

3) At a campground in the White Mountain region of New Hampshire, I was doing an audience participation routine with a 10 year old girl. In the routine, I dress my volunteer up in the armor of God (from Eph. 6) made from balloons. The young girl got giggling harder and harder as the routine progressed. Finally, near the climax of the show, she couldn't control herself any more, and she wet her pants in front of the whole audience!

4) At an elementary school in Kentucky, some bats that lived back stage decided to use show time as their time to come out and fly around the auditorium. The audience was in a panic! Finally, the principal decided there was no settling the kids back down, and she cut the assembly short. On the way out of the show, onr little boy said to me, in a thick Kentucky accent, "I really liked how you made those bats fly around the room!"

5) Before starting a show in Quito, Ecuador, our translator asked if we were ready to go. I gave him the "OK" sign, thumb and index finger touching, the other three fingers pointing up. We wondered why there was a collective gasp from the audience until later when our translator told us the "OK" sign was actually a profanity in Ecuador!

6) Returning home from a trip to Maryland, I decided that I didn't want to trust the airlines with my bag of props, so they became my carry on... until the x-ray machines at the Washington, DC airport picked up on the three machetes inside. It was scary for a while, but eventually they let me check the bag instead of carry it on.