bad clown experience sand pit circus

I remember my mom took me to that circus, and I remembered just LOVING those little cute clowns! Boy they were the greatest thing since sugar dots on paper! When we were exiting "the big top", There was a "clown", standing off to the side not much bigger than myself,and smoking a big cigar. Oooooooo mommy look at the little clown! Take me over there to see him! How could she deny a child meeting one of his idols! We strolled over to where he was standing, there I stood, almost eye to eye with the most colorful beings my young life has yet to see! Well, he took one step towards me, cigar hanging out the side of his face, extended his little stubby hand towards me and out of the other corner of his little mouth (mind you I didn't even know that these creatures talked) came this deepest gravelly voice I have ever heard... "HOW YA DOIN KID"! SCREAM!!!!! Round to the back of my moms sundress, my head right in the crack of her ass, screaming with sheer terror! Freaked me out!! "SORRY LADY" I heard, what I now know to be a "New York" accent coming out of that LITTLE MONSTER THING WITH A CIGAR HANGING OUT OF HIS LITTLE MONSTER MOUTH! I heard my mom apologize to that thing from hell and we left! I've since come to be more comfortable in their presence, but I'll NEVER forget my first encounter with that "clown from hell". Peter 3-1