I once dated a fire fighter who had a side job as a clown. Little did he know that clowns frightened me. If he had then he probably would not have given me a rather large picture of a clown that was framed. I had to hang it on the living room wall so as not to offend him.
You have no idea how much that picture creeped me out, but it stayed on the wall until our dating friendship came to an end. After that, the picture was donated to Goodwill.
As for flying monkeys, if you have watched “The Wizard of Oz” then you know what I’m talking about.
I was a child with two younger sisters when Mom and Dad loaded us up in the family station wagon and off we went to the drive-in theater to see the movie. Back then, we would go in our PJ’s. Sometimes we took our own snacks, while other times we were sedated with popcorn and a sugary drink from the snack bar at the drive-in.
Needless to say, one or two of us would fall asleep before a movie was half over, but I managed to stay awake until the end of this particular movie.
Once we were back home and in our own beds, I stayed awake for the entire night thinking about those flying monkeys. I was convinced they were real and they would somehow find their way to our house.
Well, they weren’t real and they didn’t find our house.
To this very day, clowns and flying monkeys creep me out. I have yet to watch “The Wizard of Oz” (again) or date a guy who has a part-time job as a clown.
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Send In The Clowns
by Judy Collins