As a child, we see and experience things for what they are. We explore things, we touch, feel, sense, bite, hit and do everything possible to understand it. We take some things apart, we put other things together.We roll them down, we stare into them. We jump on them. We even trick our siblings to put it in their mouths.
Sometimes this happens not just for our first encounter with the object of interest. We do this exploration repeatedly because that becomes our reality. I will shortly tell you why I call it ‘our’ reality and not ‘the’ reality.
At that age we got no frames of references. We are not ‘experienced’. So everything is new. What happens when everything is new? We get the guttural need to explore. To experiment.
When my mother was making chapatis, she would give me a little portion of the dough. I was free to use the dough to make anything I wanted. I made cats, elephants, and a variety of other animals and objects.
Did I ever think of making chapatis out of this chapati dough? No. If you ask me, that thought never even crossed my mind. I was the maker of the great dough animals. Why would I do boring chapatis?Yet now, I use chapati dough to make nothing but chapatis.
What happened to the explorer? I obviously became an adult.