Why I'm Scared of clowns
At the tender age of five, I was delighted to discover my school had arranged a trip to the circus.
We boarded the
coach, chattering excitedly and rushed to get the best seats. As the coach trundled to its happy destination a car suddenley
pulled out of a side road forcing the coach to swerve and hit another vehicle.
I was thrown from my seat behind
the driver and hit my head on a fire extinquisher, knocking me unconcious. As luck would have it I was the only child injured,
and the coach was undamged, so we continued to our cheery destination.
By the time we reached the circus I had regained
conciousness, but was suffering from concussion and double vision - causing me to throw up about once every 5 minutes.
Not wanting to spoil the trip for everyone else my teachers decided that I would be ok and didn't need to go to hospital.
The only thing I remeber clearly from the whole show is horribly distorted clown faces looming up at me with thier
stupid red noses.
Since then I have hated the sight of clowns.