As a kid at social occasions that had these or other Mexican paper decorations, I couldn't help but play with them. The crumply texture of the tissue and careful foldings; so delicate and yet firm at the same time. The satisfaction of fanning the layers with my thumbs was a total handgasm. Sigh, but it all must end once the paper turns to shit from skin oils/sweat and it inevitably tears.
OK, I lied about the age because I'm pretty sure I kept doing that crap into my 20s if the opportunity came up.