This couldn't possibly have anything to do with my current clown trauma. My mom said I just stared at myself in the mirror after she put it on me. Proof of how pictures can lie, I was definitely not happy in this photo. It could either be the ugly clown on my chest and head or the fact I was sitting on the porch of our single wide where a mean dog attacked me if I'm remembering it right.
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| circa - a long damn time ago |
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So, I've been afraid of clowns since I was in preschool. I stumbled on some really old pictures, and apparently, when I was ~4, my mom dressed me as a clown for Halloween. I think our parents really are here to torture us. WTH?!
I love this picture. So. Much.
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