POSIE THE CLOWN

Was born for my nephew's first birthday which was a long time ago. So long a go he has already graduated from medical school. It all started one day when I was walking through a toy store looking for something special for his first birthday. I happened upon a clown "jump suite" mind you, half off in price. How better to make a birthday special then to send in a clown. So I proceeded to get make-up and the clown suit. I knew nothing about being a clown but that didn't stop me. Well we all know what a one year old does the first time he sees a clown and my nephew was no different. Except he never stopped crying, till I took the clown costume completely off (I really think it was because I looked so bad). You would have thought that would have ended my clowning but it didn't. That very next week I read an ad for a clown class at UTA. Wow! I already had the outfit so I took the class, and learned how bad I really was. Then I joined Mid-Cities clown Alley right after the class, which is what my instructors told me to do. I really needed a lot more help than just one class could do. I was told to sign up and go to all the free clown events to get experience and help from other clowns. The first one I signed up for was a nursing home. I got there all eager to learn and found out I was the only one that showed up. Needless to say I had nothing to do, so I just walked room to room and talked to the people. Afterwards I cried all the way home, because I was so bad. Well to make a long story short, I didn't give up and thanks to a lot of great clowns in the Alley, it got better. I went to a lot of events and learned from every Clown I could. By the time my nephews second birthday came around I thought I was much better and would appear again at his birthday party. This time I took my costume over and put everything on at his house, but when I closed the door to finish the look and make my grand appearance guess what? He took one look at me, let out the loudest scream and never stopped. I was forced to make the change back to a person, just to get him to stop crying. You would have thought that would have ended my clowning, but by that time I was in love with clowning. I just never clowned for my nephew again. That's how Posie was born.