Afraid of Clowns

I am scared of clowns. I don't like them. Never have, never will. I think it all stems from a childhood memory where I was at a parade and a couple of clowns knelt down beside me. One of them reached out to touch my elbow. As a kid, you see this happening, all you can think is, "What the F***!, this white faced, red lipped, double chinned clown is trying to snatch me!" So, I tried in vain to get away, but I couldn't because my dad kept pushing me towards him. I remember my dad laughing and pausing to take a photo of this very traumatic moment in my life. Apparently it's really funny to push your kids towards something they're terrified of. The guy with the blue blockers on behind me seems to agree, he thinks this is hilarious. Unfortunately, I still cry at night.