From Fear to a Love of Clowns

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Photo by Bill Rogers

When I was twelve years old, sleepovers were a giddy affair of crumpled clothing, whispered secrets and superhuman effort forcing sleeping bags back into their cases. Then came a run of horror movies and it seemed no adults really had oversight over what we watched. I expect we were very sneaky. In quick succession, we watched Candyman, Child’s Play and It. 

What were we thinking? I scare easily, and I still get flashbacks to scenes from those movies. If When in the bathr...