I stood still at the back corner of the White Temple, bare foot as it is considered a holy place mesmerized by the number of Thai people walking in and out of the temple. A mother walking in with her son that could be two years old grabbed my attention. Then a man walked in with his daughter, who is around four. These people knelt for prayer before the murals of Buddha. The young ones mimic every action of their parents. The image of these young children mirroring their parents has been stuck in my mind since that very moment to this day.