I used to have an irrational fear of bubbles when I was a kid. My sister always insisted on bubble baths and my mom always gave me a bubble bath as well. I remember sitting quietly in the tub, gazing at those bubbles that hissed popped gently, beating them away when they came to near me, waiting for my mom to come and rinse me off, feeling so outnumbered against all that white foam.

It's gone now but I've always been repulsed by clowns.