Clowns.. I HATE clowns. I've put a lot of thought into this over the years because I mean really, who doesn't like clowns? Well, this girl doesn't! I have been afraid of them as long as I can remember. Their painted on smiles and oversized shoes give me the creeps.
As a kid I had nightmares about them, I refused to go to the circus, mostly because of the clowns but partly because I was afraid my mother might sell me cheap as a side show act. I hated balloon animals because their was always a clown on the other side making said balloon animal. I blame my parents equally for my coulrophobia. See when I was born, my mother decided to go with cute little pastel clowns as a theme for my room which probably would have been harmless enough if it hadn't been for Stephen King and his 1990 blockbuster movie 'It" that my dad (without thinking it through) let me watch when I was 8. That pretty much did me in on the clown front! I hoped that one day I would outgrow this and that maybe they wouldn't bother me so much but last Halloween I went to a haunted house with some friends. It was supposed to be a simple hayride out into the field, I mean I expected to hear some chainsaws and maybe see some zombies but I was not prepared for the hayride to come to a hault, forcing us to get off in front of a haunted house completely infested with killer clowns! I didn't give a second thought to abandoning my friends. I didn't know I could still run that fast but I didn't stop until I was back safe and sound at the front gate! Never going back there again! |
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