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