I had a Thumbelina doll that had a knob on the back. You could wind her up and she would move. My oldest brother would wind her up and hold her by the knob just above my reach. She would spin around and I would cry..
He was also fond of holding his arm out and putting his hand on my forehead and say "go ahead, punch me." Of course his arm reach was longer than mine and I would never come close. But how I tried!
