“Ever since I was little, I’ve been afraid of clowns. Supposedly, it all started in 1995, when I was about two. We’d just moved to Ohio from Rhode Island, and were at the local carnival our new town has every September. As my mom tells it, I was sitting in a stroller, and my mom told me not to turn around. Of course, I did. Apparently, there was a clown behind me and I screamed loud enough to scare him off.