I used to juggle in high school. My friend’s brother, an actor, taught us how. We juggled scarves first, then quickly moved on to lacrosse balls, and then finally to juggling clubs. We learned how to pass clubs to each other, only occasionally getting whacked in the head by a flying club. It was good incentive to learn fast. The hard part wasn’t the juggling or the passing, it was learning how not to let our jaws hang open while staring at the clubs twirling around above us. That’s one of the secrets to being a good clown, I think, and probably why I never pursued the circus arts after high school.