When I was seven I was given a doll for Christmas. She had the most amazing big brown eyes that closed when I laid her down. I’d never seen doll eyes that blinked so I promptly cut her head open to see how they worked.
Nothing much has changed although I’ve developed more appropriate methods for figuring out how things work. I still ask ‘why’ twenty times a day, am still a curious child with an insatiable hunger for learning.
As for my doll? I loved her so much but she judged me harshly for my curiosity. After that fateful day she always slept with one eye open as if she didn’t trust me. And even during our tea parties she’d eyeball me beneath that low slung lid as if to say “look what you did”.