This little boy couldn't believe his eyes when he saw me biking toward him. He got off his bike and walked up to me. We talked a little bit, but then just as I left I heard him say, "So Tiny".
This incident reminded me of another one that happened thirty-five years ago, while I was traveling in another state, in an Amish community. I was a stranger at a funeral service.
A boy about this size and age walked up to me.
He pinched me.
He stepped on my toes.
He stuck his tongue out at me.
He made more ugly faces.
The adults totally ignored both of us,
him and me.
I couldn't wait to get out of the house, but more was to come. Our wraps were in the wash house where the Rumspringa boys were standing around putting in time. They watched me put on my bonnet and shawl and my Tingly Boots. They burst out laughing.
My eyes were opened to the realization that little children are a direct reflection of their parents. If they are Amish, they reflect not only their parents but also their community and their church.
There are exceptions, but this is still a pretty accurate measuring stick.