What goes through your mind when you see a Mennonite or Amish person out and about?

It may be odd to say, but the first thing that comes to my mind is peace. I envy their simple way of life and feel a tremendous amount of happiness for them in being able to live life in the manner they do. There’s a peace that instantly comes with that. But if I happen to see one of their horses pulling their wagon that peace flies out the window and I instantly become a five year old jumping up and down yelling “Horsey!!!” 🤦🏻‍♀️