Jack In The Box

I’m not talking about the fast food chain that my friends and I would hit up at 2am during college, but the old school toy that you wind up until something pops out of it.

The jack in the box was pretty terrifying to me as a kid, mainly because I had one where a creepy clown popped up.  But looking back, so much of the fear was in the build-up, the uncertainty around when exactly the clown would pop up.  

Similar to many other things in life, is the fear truly in the outcome, or is the fear in the unexpected? 

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