It was a warm afternoon on May 24th 2001, That was the day I had my second birthday party and my parents and siblings planned it so I had no idea what I was walking into. I woke up and I knew it was my birthday because that's all my family had been talking about for a month. Soon it was time for my party and my family was talking about how they couldn't wait for me to meet "The Clown"? I was confused, I didn't know who "The Clown" was until he walked right into the door of my house. Suddenly, the welcoming door that brought people into my house whom I adored turned to a door I thought I would never want anyone to come through again because of seeing that clown. My parents made me take a picture with him the moment he got here, only for me to find out that after we took the picture "The Clown" revealed itself as my aunt Mary and suddenly I wasn't as scared of clowns anymore. This picture has haunted me every day since we took it.
