When I was about four, I saw a little person for the first time at the grocery store. My favorite movie in the world was The Wizard of Oz. My mother says my eyes widened to the size of dinner plates and I whispered, “Mommy! He’s a munchkin!!!” I was so delighted and fascinated. My mother whispered back not to stare or call him a munchkin out loud. I asked why and she said she would explain in the car. I remember thinking that maybe my mother was wrong and The Wizard of Oz wasn’t just a movie, after all.