Here's a weird thing that happened when I was a kid, about the same age as in this photo. (That's me, third from the left, with my sisters.) I said something to my mother that shocked her to the bones.
"I can't wait to die!" I said excitedly. I wasn't being morbid but enthusiastic.
Mother looked so horrified that I hastened to explain.
"I don't want to die yet!" I assured her. "But I just think it will be so interesting."
It's true I was secretly attracted to the hypothetical concept of dying young. But above all I thought the process would be fascinating, especially discovering what happens after you die.
To be honest, nowadays I'm not half so enthusiastic about the prospect of dying. On the other hand, I am still extremely interested, or I wouldn't be writing this blog.
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