Five-Year-Olds, Who needs 'em?

Today I went to grab some lunch from Larry's supermarket. As I was walking through the parking lot, I noticed a young girl (around five-years-old) standing outside the sliding doors. This didn't really strike me as weird until I realized that she was:

a)standing right below the sensor for the doors to open
b)the doors weren't opening

The poor girl was trying to pry the damn doors open, screaming and crying hysterically. Somehow, the sensors were malfunctioning or she wasn't big enough to set them off. Finally, after she moved around a little bit, the doors opened and she ran inside to her mother.

I probably wouldn't have found that so funny if it didn't spark a distant memory for me. When I was around the same age, I was at the grocery store with my babysitter and all the other little rugrats she was watching. I remember my brother running outside and went to chase after him. As I was running through the doors, they actually shut directly on me. It didn't hurt, but it sure did scare the living shit out of me. Like the little girl today, I screamed and cried hysterically until the doors opened back up (which I remember as taking forever, but in reality, it was probably only a second or two). Surprisingly, no one I was with saw this occurence and therefore never believed me. Until today, I actually thought that maybe it was some weird dream I had as a child and I've just pawned it off as a memory. But now I know that I'm not alone.

I wonder if that little girl from today will remember her sliding door fiasco twenty years from now.