My parents used to drag me along on visits to family members. I had to sit there like a corpse for several hours and listen to their stories of pains and illnesses. One of my younger aunts was the only one who allowed me to roam the house and garden. It was really adventurous, because She had a big house with an attic, a huge cellar and lots of rooms. I knew I wasn’t allowed to open any closets and drawers, but curiosity got the best of me and I opened them all. One day I found Her soft, leather gloves. I thought they were gorgeous and touching them gave me goosebumps. It was love at first sight, one might say. A couple of months later I watched Her put them on and it literally took my breath away. It made Her look so elegant, but it gave Her a certain authority as well. From that moment on I flew like the wind for Her and I was thrilled to bits if She asked me to do some errands or little jobs for Her. I was way too young to understand it all, but the desire to obey was already there. It fitted me like a glove.