“What in the world is that little girl doing”, I wondered to myself. I staggered over to the brunette that was lying on the ground, twisting her body in oddly shaped angles with a new Nikon D60 camera in her scrawny hands. I cleared my throat in case she didn’t hear the sound of my feet drag right up beside her and said,”Excuse me young lady”. As she turned her head, her large dark brown eyes stared into my own. She gave me a shy smile and in a low, somewhat nervous voice replied, “Oh hello”. I wasn’t fooled for a minute. I see kids like this every day. They act all innocent and shy but when you least expect it BAM, they pull a fast one over on you and the next thing you know they are driving down the road in that same exact shiny new BMW that was parked in your drive way the night before. “In case you didn’t notice,” I grumbled, “this is my yard you are trampling over”.
“I am so sorry! I was just taking pictures. You see, I am a photography student at the Art Institute of Pittsburgh and I…”
Before she could finish, I interrupted, “I do not care where you’re from or why you’re doing it, get off my lawn!” She seemed frightened now. She could not be any older than 18 or 19 years old, quite naïve still and had a tall and slim body figure. I was at least three times her size, so I was not very surprised at how easy it would be to intimidate her. She did not run away as quickly as I thought. Instead, she took a couple quick glances from the subject she was scoping out and then back to me. I knew she was disappointed, but it wasn’t the first time I had ruined a day for someone. She slowly turned her body and kicked the gravel with her worn out dirty boots. I watched as she lollygagged down the bumpy road, when suddenly she stopped. She had noticed a few houses down something else that had caught her attention. As she twirled around, I could see the shine in her eyes that had dulled when I first dampened her idea. I guess she wasn’t the type, who would have given up and let a mean old grouch like me, kill her happy spirit.
