Bgreene82
September 12th, 2003, 01:45 PM
This is the true story of why I hate clowns. It all started when I was about 3 and going to preschool. I was playing with all of my little preschooler friends when our teacher said that it was nap time. Oh no! I remember us all saying...3 year olds do not care much for naps. Today is a big day, said our teacher, When you wake up there is going to be a special guest here to visit us. Well that certainly did the trick. I went to sleep with visions of the Easter Bunny being there when I woke up. I'm pretty sure it wasn't even close to Easter but I was 3, what did I know? Well, imagine my horror when I woke up and discovered that my worst nightmare was waiting for me: TIMMO THE CLOWN!!! :twisted:
Have you ever seen a little kid have an absolute, panic, freak out attack? Well, that is exactly what I did. Well, get in the little car w/Timmo, they said, That'll make you feel better. Oh yeah, that was EXACTLY what I needed...to ride around that freaky little car with a clown I was terrified of. If they thought I was freaking out before, that was nothing compared to how I was when that miserable little thing stopped. Finally that figured out that maybe I wasn't a clown kinda girl after all and called my mother.
Being the sick and twisted family that we are, from that day on whenever my parents needed to hire a babysitter who did they pretend to call on the phone, TIMMO, who did they threaten to invite over anytime I was bad, TIMMO, who calls me on the phone to this day pretending to be TIMMO? MY DAD!!! He thinks it's funny. He's the one who sent me the link to this website. I still get goosbumps anytime I think about that awful day back in 1977. :x
Have you ever seen a little kid have an absolute, panic, freak out attack? Well, that is exactly what I did. Well, get in the little car w/Timmo, they said, That'll make you feel better. Oh yeah, that was EXACTLY what I needed...to ride around that freaky little car with a clown I was terrified of. If they thought I was freaking out before, that was nothing compared to how I was when that miserable little thing stopped. Finally that figured out that maybe I wasn't a clown kinda girl after all and called my mother.
Being the sick and twisted family that we are, from that day on whenever my parents needed to hire a babysitter who did they pretend to call on the phone, TIMMO, who did they threaten to invite over anytime I was bad, TIMMO, who calls me on the phone to this day pretending to be TIMMO? MY DAD!!! He thinks it's funny. He's the one who sent me the link to this website. I still get goosbumps anytime I think about that awful day back in 1977. :x