I saw my first camel when I was just a child. I was sitting on my father’s shoulders, watching the Barnum and Bailey circus train unload. The elegant railway station in Vancouver, British Columbia, was awash with bits and pieces of tents, sideshows, rides, animals, everything in a huge chaos of color and sound as the circus assembled itself into a parade. Beautiful horses with ethereal riders came first, along with acrobats and clowns, spotted dogs, musicians and jugglers. Next came the elephants, slow and ponderous, some with babies at their sides. They pulled red and gold circus wagons, twenty or more of them, each wagon with a lion or a tiger inside. Elephants trumpeted, tigers snarled, lions roared. There were bands, music, much glitter, and more magic than you…