This image reminds me of when I was 17 years old. The fair had come to my city, and I decided to attend. Anyone could go on all the rides; in most of them, only height mattered, so it wasn't a big problem. But there was one game, just one game where age was a fundamental requirement to be able to go on "the bouncy castle" (only children up to 12 years old were allowed on the bouncy castle). Already exhausted, I decided to stroll around and look for something quieter, and there I saw it. As I innocently approached to ask the attendant if I could bounce in the castle for a while, a boy (I think he was about 2 or 3 years younger than me) jumped up first and asked the question before me. The guard yelled angrily at him that only children under 12 could go up and, with an irate gesture, escorted him out. After witnessing that scene, I didn't even attempt it (if he got angry with a 14-year-old, I couldn't imagine his reaction to a 17-year-old teenager).
Many might have given up, but I was determined not to leave the fair without enjoying a bit of bouncing in the bouncy castle. So, I looked around and spotted a woman selling fair-themed clothes; among them were some rather childish overalls. With the little money I had left, I decided to purchase those overalls (with a star pattern) and a cap shaped like a duck. I swiftly made my way to the restrooms, changed into my new attire, and, thanks to my shorter stature, still-childish face, and my outfit, I managed to get past the guard (who seemingly took me for just another kid) with a bit of nervousness.

Upon reaching the bouncy castle, I found only two other children inside who glanced at me with surprise but quickly turned their attention away. I began to bounce around (even though my overalls were a tad snug, I felt like the cleverest person in the place). The final issue arose after about 20 minutes; overcome by excitement, I lost control of my jumps. Unbeknownst to me, I started bouncing vigorously, causing the castle