Fearing that you will lose your giant, green balloon, you grab its surprisingly thick, heavy string and, fumbling, try to tie it around your wrist. Stinging, your eyes water with frustration. Even though you're working mostly one handed, it shouldn't be this difficult to tie a stupid balloon to your wrist!
"Here, let me help you with that," says a surprisingly tall my, kneeling down to your height. His large fingers easily tie the string to your wrist. "There you go, kid, have a good day!"
He stands up again, and, wide eyed, you notice you only come up to his waist! He must be some sort of circus freak! Smiling, he walks away.
You wander over to a ride, gradually realizing that there are an awful lot of tall people around. Going over to a ride, you are surprised to find a sign next to it with the message: "You must be at least this tall to ride." Actually, it isn't the message which surprises you, it is the height of the red height line, which is well above your head! You might not be the tallest guy around, but you have always been well within the average range-- this ride must be meant for only the tallest people around!
Feeling your arm aching from the effort of holding it, and the balloon, down by your waist, you decide to rest on a bench. Climbing up on the seat, you note that your feet don't reach the ground. Although it feels silly, you allow the balloon to pull your arm over your head, as if you are raising your arm to ask a question.
One of the tall people sits next to you-- a man in a park security uniform.
"Say, kid, are you lost?" he asks, looking at you.
You are feeling tired and irritable.
"I'm not a kid!" you insist.
"Of course not, you are a little man," the guard replies, smiling. "You must be, what, at least five?"
You open your mouth to answer him, then stop. You suddenly realize you have no idea what your age is!