I’m not sure exactly when I begin to think about death or immortality. I do remember when I was eight the death of a neighbor. She commits suicide and the neighbors talking about her and feeling sorry for her children. I was afraid and my mom will explain how sometimes people do stupid things without thinking. Two years later they were a horrible crime in my own neighborhood. A six year old boy was kidnapped and for day’s people was searching for him. A few weeks later they found him tied to a tree and he was dead. His own neighbor kills him since he wants to steal his bike and the little boy didn’t let him.
Since I was young I learn that everyone died and no one is immortal. Also at a young age, I begin to be terrified about losing a love one.
Daily Post: At what age did you realize you were not immortal? How did you react to that discovery?