When I was very, very little, I watched a silent movie with my parents where, in pre-talkie fashion, a woman conveyed bursting into tears by throwing herself to the floor dramatically, with her face in the crook of her arm and her back rising in exaggerated, theatrical sobs.
The next time I was angry with my parents for not indulging me, I did what the silent movie actress did, instead of pretending to cry and throwing a temper tantrum, because I thought my parents would find it more believable.
They laughed at me, and still bring this up.



