I remember seeing that story on TV when I was a tyke.
It was a huge deal for my dad to ever enter a circus tent after that, which he did with me twice when I was young. Even as a typically oblivious kid, I was aware that he wasn’t happy with being there.
I never got to meet my grandfather, who died before I was born.
My dad died in 2004. I’m pretty sure I don’t like the circus because I think it’s boring and smells like animal poop, but there may be some inherited fears of it too....lol