I got stared down by a four year old. I was waiting for a ride in front of my building when she stopped what she was doing and stared. Open-faced, feet firmly planted, and staring. I looked away and looked back. She was still staring. I smiled slightly, looked away, and looked back. She was still staring. This time she even tilted her head to the side to get a really good luck at me. Dressed in yellow with a head full of thick curls that flowed to her waist, her head turned so much her ear almost touched her shoulder. Eventually, she ran down the street and my ride arrived. As I placed my belongings in the car, sat down, and settled in, I reached out to close the car door. The little girl ran back up to my passenger side to get one last look. I explained to my blonde co-worker that I had been getting stared at for a while. We both laughed, I closed the door, and off to my first full day of work we went.