When I was little I saw some movie with a scary clown in it. I had a horrible dream about clowns crawling toward me with knives in their faces trying to kill me. Don't ask me why I had that kind of dream when I was only 3 ...I don't know. I guess the next day wasn't a good day for a real clown to be at the preschool...not only was he a clown and I was already scared...he was one of those clowns that does NOT LEAVE YOU THE FLIP ALONE! So, I was hiding behind my teacher's leg, staring at his flipping huge feet while he sang some weird song and decided it would be funny to pop a balloon in my face. Being only 2 or 3 this scared the flip flop out of me. I started crying and he kept popping more balloons in my face until I was hysterically crying and the teacher yelled at him to stop. He honked his nose (lol), smiled really big in my face and left. Since then, I still can't STAND being around clowns, even a picture of it, Omg, one time I was at the school carnival in kindergarten and this clown came up with a girl clown and I ran and hid behind a tree. They came over and I screamed "BACK OFF CLOWN!!!!!!!!" they walked away and I sat there crying until my teacher dragged me inside. ... I just REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY hate clowns!!!