I’ve never liked jack-in-the-boxes.
I don’t handle suspense too well — knowing something’s coming with the inability to control it.
So I refused to “play” with one.
But one day, I decided to face my fear of the tiny, obnoxious clown in the musical box.
As I turned the knob on the side of the box, I held my hand over the lid, so instead of springing up out of nowhere, I would be prepared.
That plan failed. Because it still unnerved me when the lid hit my hand.