At a young age, I was traumatized by a clown, but not a normal clown, a ceramic clown doll. Even though I was told over and over to leave her clowns alone, I still played with them. Because I didn't listen, I learned, the hard way, that when you are told to leave something alone, you should always listen. Because if you don't listen, bad things can happen.
When I was four years old, I would go into my sister's room and play with her clowns. One in particular, a small ceramic one. I would play with her clowns even though I got in trouble all the time. Olivia, the clown I played with the most was pale with a pale olive suit, hence the name Olivia. There were lots of other clowns in her room, but I only played with her.
The reason I"m scared of clowns is because my sister got mad that I was always playing with the clowns. After a while she had an idea to keep me away from her clowns. She started out by telling me that the clowns were evil. Every time I saw the clowns, she would say "look out, they"re evil!" The biggest reason I got scared of them is because one night while I was sleeping, she came into my room and took Olivia, the evil clown, and set her, Olivia, on the foot of my bed. She left it there until I woke up, then after I saw it, I screamed and she came to my room and told me that she came to my room on her own. Which, needless to say, scared me half to death.
When I was four years old, I learned a valuable lesson, to listen to what your told. I learned the hard way though, when I should have just listened. By playing with my sister's clowns, I acquired a fear of clown dolls, and learned a lesson.
