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This tale made understand the concept of death for the first time, I was about 4 years old and my mom read it to me and by the end I was crying and moma asked me what was wrong and I told her that I understood what happened and how I knew and she started crying with me. It always brings tears just because of that memory.
Also, that got me thinking so much about death and after that I had a sort of crisis in which I thought I had passed away and stuff because I found one of those “Baby’s life” kinda books where the parents document baby’s first word, birthday, lock of hair, etc and my older and little sister’s where filled up and up to date with everything but mine stopped shortly after the 4th birthday and there was absolutely nothing so I thought that I was dead but didn’t know it so I started doing weird random stuff to “test out” my existence, like I would go into the kitchen and take out all the pans and plates and stuff and put them all over the floor or take out random vegetables from the fridge and bite into them and put them back in or I would write on the mirrors with lipstick or wake up at night and bite my mother to see if anyone would say anything to me… But no one did… So I attributed this to an accident I had in which a huge piece of glass and metal furniture fell on me and I started bleeding so much I passed out and my mom just picked me up in her arms and took me to the hospital that was the last thing I remembered.
So I thought that maybe that day I had passed and that was why nobody even looked at me and they all of a sudden took me out of preschool and everything so I found it very odd that no one would speak to me for long periods of time.
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