Clowns have always creeped me out. When I was about 5 or 6 my parents took me to the Shrine Circus. We had a front row seat. A clown came along an offered me a bunch of paper flowers. When I took hold of the stems the blooms stayed in the clowns hand and I had a handfull of straws. It made me mad and I hit him in the face with my cotton candy. The cotton candy messed up his make up and stuck to his face. ha ha!
He stomped off, obviously mad at me.
I’ve always hated clowns, too. Even as a kid, I never found them to be anything more than annoying and weird.