A few years back I went on a snowboarding trip to Colorado with some friends. As we were trudging from the car to the chalet to buy our tickets, I noticed my reflection in the window of a car and saw a genderless, ageless little thing in a helmet and goggles.
"Aw nuts, I look like a little boy", I lamented.
Cory went up to the window to pay, and I was standing behind him. "Two adults, one child." he said. I thought for sure the lady would be all, "HAHA! No way! That is a beautiful, voluptuous, professional businesswoman in her late twenties", but instead she just looked at me, nodded, and gave us the tickets.
I looked at the big sign.
"Child" = 12 years old and under.
Just kidding. It's my 11-year-old nephew Miles.