He couldn’t of been more than 6.  His little desk was bound to be lost in the sea of vendors.  He was surrounded by homemade soaps, custom flip flops, fair food, and lawn ornaments.  I spotted him immediately.  There sat Cole, in the streets of the annual Occoquan craft fair, with his cash register drawer and his typed white paper sign that read Caterpillars by Cole: $1.25.  I turned to my Aunt and said look at that little guy…we have to buy one.  We bought two.  Pick your colors, pick your feelers and Cole would paint you your very own custom Caterpillar.  Virginia Tech colors for Robin, Minuteman colors for me.  I knew I wanted that handmade critter to sit on my desk at work.  It’s hard to say what Cole was saving for.  A bike, a video game, a car...a pony?! Who knows.  But, I admired him.  His creativity, his intelligence, his ambition.  You should never pass up the little girls selling lemonade in your neighborhood or a kid like Cole.  They’ll remind you what it is to dream big… and to work hard for it.