I remember when I was like 10 years old, I was so terrified of my green clown that my grandma had given me. I became extremely afraid of clowns after I watched Poltergeist. My brother and sister thought it would be funny to throw my clown on me when I would be sleeping. I slept in a bunk bed with my sister and the clown used to sit on a shelf above my head. I used to stare at it until I fell asleep. I finally decided to throw the clown in a garbage bag and put it inside my closet. I’ll never forget what that clown looked like. It was green, had a tiny hat, long arms, and a horrible smile.