English essay
Utter chaos and screams reverberated through the enclosed room. It was my eighth birthday and my parents had planned the most extravagant party an eight year old would ever dream of. As my friends handed me my presents, I was very tempted to take a peek of what it could possibly contain. My eyes were transfixed upon the flamboyant presents that towered over my head.
Seeing me marvel at the sight of my gifts, my mother said, laughing, "You can open your presents you know!". I quickly inched my way to the neatly stacked tower of presents and took the first box that caught my eye. Soon after, a high-pitched shrill emanated from the right, "Present time!" and out of nowhere, I was swamped with a surge of children, all clamoring to obtain a gift to rip open. As I watched the glittery pink wrappers fall from their hands, a smorgasbord of riotous fervor filled the air. Books, dolls, jewel encrusted tiaras and everything a girl could dream of, I received it all. Needless to say, everyone turned green with envy.
Amidst the presents opened, I had forgotten about the one I held on to. It was the last present and everyone belted out as I opened it with immense excitement, expecting another favorable pink present, however, to my horror, a white-faced, red lipped creature with frayed rainbow hair and an atrocious polka-dotted costume appeared in front of me. Jolted by its unpleasant appearance, I dropped the box and ran into my mother, who was quick to intercept me. "It's just a clown Sammy, it won't harm you" she chided.
That was seven years ago. However, since then, I have kept all forms of interaction and even the sight of clowns to a bare minimum. I was fortunate to have been able to avoid any contact with clowns for the previous few years, which I am exceedingly grateful for.
Today, however, was a family day out and we decided to visit the newly established DisneyLand. Soon enough, I found myself queuing for the "it's a small world" ride. Moments later, we
Seeing me marvel at the sight of my gifts, my mother said, laughing, "You can open your presents you know!". I quickly inched my way to the neatly stacked tower of presents and took the first box that caught my eye. Soon after, a high-pitched shrill emanated from the right, "Present time!" and out of nowhere, I was swamped with a surge of children, all clamoring to obtain a gift to rip open. As I watched the glittery pink wrappers fall from their hands, a smorgasbord of riotous fervor filled the air. Books, dolls, jewel encrusted tiaras and everything a girl could dream of, I received it all. Needless to say, everyone turned green with envy.
Amidst the presents opened, I had forgotten about the one I held on to. It was the last present and everyone belted out as I opened it with immense excitement, expecting another favorable pink present, however, to my horror, a white-faced, red lipped creature with frayed rainbow hair and an atrocious polka-dotted costume appeared in front of me. Jolted by its unpleasant appearance, I dropped the box and ran into my mother, who was quick to intercept me. "It's just a clown Sammy, it won't harm you" she chided.
That was seven years ago. However, since then, I have kept all forms of interaction and even the sight of clowns to a bare minimum. I was fortunate to have been able to avoid any contact with clowns for the previous few years, which I am exceedingly grateful for.
Today, however, was a family day out and we decided to visit the newly established DisneyLand. Soon enough, I found myself queuing for the "it's a small world" ride. Moments later, we