Miss "Prakotkarn" today and a girl named "Prakotkarn" on that day are completely different. Which, in retrospect of my story, Who was raised to be a boy by the things her father dressed her with at a time. When she discovered a turning point that gave her life the courage to leave what her father wanted her to be, It was when she had entered the “Jumping Castle” for the first time in her life. The first touch on plastic and an independent jumping gesture, Let her know the girl today can't go back to be the boy on that day anymore.