When I was a kid, I had a nice little picture book on the History of Europe.
It had no photos, just drawings, not cartoons, but real colour drawings.
I opened it to a page, and being about six at the time, I saw an attractive military uniform, and wanted to play dress-up.
I took a long dress-up coat I had, and stuck on the insignia that I had meticulously copied from this book.
I then marched into the room where my parents were talking, in the same style as the people in the drawing, to show them how clever little me had made a soldier uniform.
My parents were less than impressed seeing their six year old goose-step into the room, with a swastika armband, and sticky-taped stormtrooper uniform.