When I was little my room was decorated with clowns at one point. I must of been 4 or 5. Framed paintings, small dolls with porcelain heads, a wind up music box, one of paper mache. I remember that I had #5, but for some reason it was kept in the closet. I would sometimes go in my closet and admire that painting. I liked clowns and my parents weren't mean but just might of had some deep psychological effect on me.