Today was supposed to be an ordinary day in not one but two towns: Fishers, Indiana and
It all began at the Fishers Freedom Festival. That''s where we met the clown. This clown was a female. She looked like clowns look. She had fiery red hair and a red nose. She dressed like clowns dress, in a colorful suit and wore big red shoes. She flashed a big smile and had a twinkle in one eye.
But this clown did not do tricks. She did not ride a unicycle. Instead, she drove a tiny, and funny looking red car. This clown did not tell us her name, and no one asked. This clown sat us all down and spent hours just telling us how beautiful, how important, and how special we all are. She told us to always have dreams and to do our best at everything we do. She told us that if we ever doubted ourselves, to think about all the wonderful things she had told us.
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