I used to like clowns... I did, until a long time ago.............




It was 1997, I was only a young child, an innocent little thing, out on a cute, sweet day trip with my Mammy and my Daddy. We were having a very fun day, a very nice day, we had had a yummy picnic and a relaxing walk, then we decided to go to a circus to end of the wonderful day, when it all went horribly wrong....

We sat down later that day to the very beginning of the horror, as we sat- awaiting the circus fun to begin a clown came round to "entertain" the crowd. When I say "entertain" I mean, poke fun at small innocent children, such as myself, I sat in agonizing anticpation hoping I would not be noticed.
I believed the clown was to go away when he pointed to me and said
"Why did you come to the circus in your pajamas?"
He laughed, my Mam and Dad laughed, the people around us laughed, how was it my fault to know you should never venture outdoors with polar bear leggings on? I do not know!
Oh, I remember the laughing, it haunts me....