one time when i was a young boy, i was on a field trip to the library. i was allowed to roam freely around the library at one point, so i did. i went up and down the aisles full of books. i was looking for something, but i didn't know what. when i came around the corner into one particular section, there was a "little person" standing there. he was wearing flip-flops and looking at the spines of the books, trying to find a particular title. i was very young and had never seen a "little person" in person before. i could not help but look. he saw me looking and grew angry. yes indeed, he was an angry little person. he looked at me and asked me what i was looking at. just then one of the teachers who was chaperoning the field trip grabbed me by the arm and yanked me out of the area where i was. she pulled me out right into the middle of the library and yelled at me in front of everyone for being "insensitive" or "mean" or something. i cried. all i wanted to do was look at the little people.
