When I was 12, I accompanied my aunt and uncle to a conference to take care of my cousins, ages two and six. I was walking them through the hotel to meet their parents, when two ladies behind us loudly observed what a shame it was for "someone like me" to be out in public, how kids today had no morals, and it would be best if society went back to shunning unmarried mothers. It took me a minute to figure out they were talking about me! But then we got in an elevator and it became more and more obvious they wanted me to know how much they disapproved of me.
It finally dawned on me that I was the "immoral youth" that they were talking about. I blurted out "Wait, are you talking about ME?" (Hey, I was 12, and pre-ehell.) They sniffed and rolled their eyes.
Now, granted, I was very tall for my age, and always looked a little older. But come on! I spluttered, "I'm 12! You think I had a baby when I was 6? You know that's not possible, right?"
I steered my cousins out of the elevator before they could respond. Unfortunately, they were wives of some executives with my uncle's conference, so seeing them throughout the weekend was super-awkward.