I work part time at a local grocery store in my hometown here in Massachusetts. It affords me to watch human nature.
I look at the children and am charmed by their never-ending joy and awe in all that they see. As they either walk with mom or dad or sit in the shopping cart, it seems everyone they meet is a point of total fascination.
Somehow, they don’t seem to be concerned that the other person is dirty, or black, or speaks differently, or is old and feeble. They just look with star-struck wonder at everyone and everything.







