When I grow up, I want to be…

Today I saw a boy, perhaps 7 years old, “in training” to be a rickshaw puller. His dad and brother were sitting in the passenger seat, giving him instructions. The little boy was getting absolutely nowhere. He was only tall enough to push the pedals when they were right at the top, and even then he had to move his whole torso over to either side of the cross bar to push them. But he couldn’t push them hard enough to make them turn far enough for him to reach the one on the other side. Or to go anywhere.