“As a child, I would dress up as a clown whenever there was a reason to celebrate – in this case the birth of my younger brother.”
(submitted by Alex)
“Went to have an enjoyable family photo and instead we were terrified of the clown and had nightmares for weeks. Never wanted to do that again.”
(submitted by Danica)
“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)
“This is a pic of my husband and his family. My mother in law is obsessed with clowns. Her house is covered in them. This year they were even included in the family pic.”
(submitted by Seth)
“Circa 1997 when my brother got a job as a clown. I’ve always been terrified of clowns and I suppose this is why.”
(submitted by Abby)
The only thing to fear is fear itself… and this particular clown.
(submitted by Marty)
The circus is in town.
(submitted by Autumn)
He was supportive of her lifestyle.
(submitted by JimBob)