Our first conciousness of sight.

Little kids hide behind the sarree of their mother. As the unknow stranger ducks his head to notice him particularly, out of the thousands of stuff arournd, the kid feels looked at. This is strange. He has just started to walk. He still prefers to be carried around by his keepers. ocassionally, in his own time, he likes the new height from which he can see things now.
However, this look. This look is very different from the others he had had till now. He used to be in the arms of his keepers till now. He used to be hugged by them, covered by their warmth, their smell. When strangers looked at him, he came with his keepers, an extension of them.
its not the same now. He is no longer the same, people pick him out and look at him without any intervention from the keepers.
He is now seen as himself away from the keepers. It is first feeling of being seen by himself. He does not know what to do with his hands, his face, his body. all of a sudden, the stronger part of his body, his keepers are no longer his. he is left with all the frail parts. All he can do is hide in embarrasment.

as the stranger leaves though, he is again in his natural habitat. the keepers place is his and he can roam about, as his own. instead, he can now command to be seen. Waaaa! look at me as i play with this puddle of water. Waaa! look at me as i crawl! Waa! look at me as I poop. Any action that moves away the keepers sight of him, is frowned upon and immediately shouted on.

To see and be seen. The only thing we like more than being seen is to command the sight of our own selves.