I'm not sure what made me remember this. I guess it just popped into my mind. I was seven or eight and I accompanied Dad on a day long fishing trip. We were driving through the woods and he pulled over to a building that sold bait. We went inside and Dad spoke to the clerk while I wandered the aisles, looking at all the colorful fishing lures and what-not. All at once I heard someone's voice, calling out to the clerk from the next aisle over. The voice sounded vaguely unhuman, as if it were being shunted through a speaker or something. Then, whoever was speaking rounded the corner and entered the aisle that I was standing in. It was the first ever little person that I had seen live, and up close. A girl, and she was wearing a short dress that covered most of her legs. I was raised not to laugh or chuckle at people who looked different than me, but I think my eyes might have been open a little extra wide. She didn't like my expression and gave me quite a look of hate. We just stared at each other for some seconds and that was it. I can't remember if I mentioned it to Dad or not, as we drove away.
