AWARE AT 3 or 4 YEARS OF AGE ?

by Blueblades 12 Replies latest jw friends

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  Big Tex

  Interesting question and premise.

  I can remember looking at some bottles underneat the sink in the kitchen and wondering if I swallowed them if it would kill me. I don't know how old I was, but I was under 5.

  When I was 2 1/2, my grandfather raped me and afterward said, "If you tell anyone about this I'll kill you."

  My parents had a lake house when I was little, and one night we were out there. I remember it was a clear night with a full moon. I came out of the house and saw all the grownups standing by a campfire. The memory is a bit shaky for me, but the next thing I remember is one of the men holding a puppy the back of its neck. I remember hearing the puppy crying in pain. The man had a knife. The next thing I remember is holding the puppy in my arms and running. I can still hear the sound of my feet running on dead leaves, so it must have been autumn. Someone was chasing me and quickly caught me and threw me to the ground. I then saw the puppy being eviscerated.

  So certainly by the age of 4, I was aware of death. It took me until I was almost 30 before I was aware of life.
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  wednesday

  By 3 or before, i was already very much indoctrinated with the belief that we would live forever.When my aunt died i was about 6, and could not quite undestand how my belief that we would live forever and her dying went together. Eventually,i began to understand the teaching about the resurrection , as taught at that time.
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  RAYZORBLADE

  When I was 4 years of age, my sister, mother and I were walking home from a winter festivity. It was evening, probably around 7 or 8 p.m., and there was snow on the ground.

  Walking home, we had to cross a busy roadway. There were very few cars, but still, it was one of the main roads that led out of the community.

  We had to walk across the road, to get to the pathway which led to where we were living.

  Out of no where, a car slammed into us from the other side of the road. I do recall the lights, but not much else, just being knocked over, my mother falling on top of me, and my sister flying through the air.

  The man, under the influence of alcohol, brought the meanings of life and death more relevant to me, at a very early age.

  At 4, I found out, my sister was not coming home from the hospital, and that she had 'died'.

  Had this not happened, I am not certain if the concept would have made any sense to me.

  This incident happened, long-long time ago. But in this case, I'd say it is possible for a child to grasp, to some limited degree: life and death.

  Having not been raised a JW, living forever was something I had not heard of until I was about 13.