When I was a child, my father took me to the circus along with my 2 other brothers. I don't remember much of it, except the last part. Near the end, a clown started handing out coloring books. I was about 2 at the time, so I patiently waited my turn for mine. We were all sitting on the same row, and I see him hand each kid a book one by one. He gives one to my oldest brother, then the other brother, and skips me and goes on. Did he think I was too young for a coloring book? Well I started crying, and my dad bought this balloon for me. I was at least happy when we got home.