“Circa 1990, I was in first grade and I came down with a stomach flu. My Mom had purchased tickets to take my brother and I to the circus before I fell ill. The night we went ended up being the best I’d felt in days, but she probably shouldn’t have taken me. We get there, it’s fun, we’re watching everything. Then she wants a refreshment so we go up to the beverage stand and see this jolly killer clown posing for professional photos. My Mom asked us if we wanted our photo taken and between my 3-year-old brother and my flu-induced stoicism, she took that for an affirmative response. You can see our shear discomfort, I wouldn’t call it “terror” because no one is crying. But I think we knew that if we made a wrong move during that photo, we’d be put into cocoons to be harvested and eaten at a later time.
Bonus- after we returned to our seats, I dry heaved repeatedly (I’d eaten some orange circus peanuts) in the aisle way of the arena, to the sheer HORROR of the patrons behind us. That is when we left.”
(submitted by Chelsea)
“They are still in love now as they were 40 years ago (and probably just as drunk). Here’s proof.”
(submitted by Cindy)
“This is a photo of me (front left), my little brother (front right), my older sister and her older boyfriend taken in her bedroom sometime in summer 1984. I know the era because of the Van Halen posters on the wall and the RUSH pins on my shirt. I don’t remember why we posed for this picture- and I REALLY don’t know why my little brother and I look like we’re modeling for young punk magazine! It’s a strange little scene there. The Van Halen posters really crack me up.”
(submitted by Steve)