I was six years old on a field trip to the circus. A clown was perched on the top of a swaying pole clutching a bucket loaded with what I thought was water. Terrified, I thought the clown would fall on me, bucket and all. I'd be stuck in my seat, soaking wet, with no change of clothes in my near future. I should have had a ballooon tank then. Maybe I would be more inclined to enjoy clowns now.
Perhaps that's not totally true. Have you seen some of those horror films starring clowns? Inherent evil in parti-color suits! Those films just confirmed what I knew at the Ringling Brothers' Circus in 1956.Never cut clown any slack, pass the balloon nuclear device, please!