Oh, good grief!
When I was six, I thought I was Mighty Mouse. My parents wisely discouraged me from wearing my cape to school.
When I was about that age, my sister had one of those dolls with hair that would “grow” via a wind-up dial for a bellybutton. It was fascinating from a mechanical point of view. The one time I got hold of it, I wound all her hair inside her head leaving her bald, got paddled and was forced to pull it all back out with tweezers, lol. That was the beginning and end of playing with dolls for me.