When I was six or seven years old (I can’t remember exactly when), I ‘borrowed’ my mother’s camera and played around with it for a while. It was a simple snapshot affair, which back then of course used film to record the pictures you took.
I knew I wasn’t really supposed to touch the camera (even though it wasn’t especially expensive) but one day, when Mom was busy somewhere else, I took it out of the sideboard where it was kept, took it out of its case and played around with it some, making goofy faces into the lens and occasionally clicking the shutter button. I hurriedly put it back in its drawer as I heard Mom finish vacuuming upstairs.