There was something about a music box that always made me itch to force it open and look inside to see how it worked.
Once, at my aunt’s house, I saw an antique music box with a ballerina that moved round and round with music. Giving in to my curiosity, I tried to open the inner lid. And catastrophe happened. The figurine broke and I was left holding its upper part while the lower half was attached to the mechanism and was still rotating with the music.
My immediate action was to leave the scene of destruction and relocate. Unfortunately, there were witnesses. From that day onwards, I wasn’t allowed near any music box or even anything mechanical that could be broken by a six year old.
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