All The Kids Love Wimbo!
He did charity work at the hospital first, coming in and doing little shows for the sick kids. That’s how Carla’s mom found out about Wimbo. I wasn’t invited to Carla’s party, but my friend Kiera was. She was the one who told me all about how great that fucking clown was. So when my seventh birthday was approaching, I told my mom that I absolutely had to have Wimbo the clown there. That’s how I met him.
I was so excited I that I could barely sleep the night before. I remember waking up and going downstairs at just past dawn, still in my pajamas. Already, my parents had hung up streamers saying “HAPPY BIRTHDAY GEMMA!” A small pile of presents sat on the coffee table, entombed in pink wrapping paper decorated with kittens. I sat on the couch for about an hour, impatiently watching the hands on the old grandfather clock slowly advancing toward the time when my parents would wake up and I’d be able to open my presents. It felt like so much longer, though.