I believe most children all around the world reach a point when they understand that everybody must take the last train sooner or later, willingly or not willingly, and I think it's at the age of 6 for most children, and if not at the age of 6, before they reach the age of 7 in most cases. A lot of children are proud of having discovered death, and even want to brag about it, and multiple things that happen right after the discovery usually cause quite some problems in the mind. The devil drops by in the spirit, separating you from the herd, like a predator separating its prey from the herd, letting you know he will do everything he can to make your life as miserable as possible. He wants to make sure his prey won't escape, because he acknowledges that he's evil, and that's what the kid saw, and he doesn't want to leave no trail. So he made sure I played on the playground at school without being as careful as I should have been, and I bumped the back of my head accidentally but violently against a concrete pillar, and I lost consciousness. And when I regained consciousness I was sitting straight, my back against the concrete pillar, and all the other children kept playing on the playground as if nothing had happened, paying no attention to me. And I knew from that moment on I wanted to take the last train as soon as possible, postponing it every day with an aching will to survive. I didn't get myself checked. I acted like all the other children, as if nothing had happened, but don't ask me who I was before that day, because until this day the kid that I was before the accident is dead.