When i was younger i basically understood alot because i asked questions and I grew up faster than most, I guess. I don't remember alot and I'm not quit sure but i always hear my mom tell me about one misconception when i was little and that was when a family member died when i was about six turning seven. My mom took me to my first cementary in my life to see the box like thing he was in. And the box things were for the people who served in the military and so he got to be in one of those. Anyways when i got there my mom showed me the box he was going to be placed in, and before they put them in the box they cremate them so they will fit but my mom didn't want me to be affraid of fire so she never told me what cremation was. So when I got there I looked at the box and went to the back and saw there was more in the back for others who had died. My mom was like, "What are doing?"
"Well how did they get him in there? Did they have to....squish him in or something?"
"ummm ya...."
And then the next year later I was explained what exactly what cremation was and thats when i completly understood. But like I said when i was younger I understood basicaly everything or I just asked questions to know, and my mom told me, but I guess she didnt tell me right then because i had alot on my plate right there that if she told me that it would have freaked me out and i might have been scared; Which I don't tend to get scared i just learn to deal and thats all i can do. Better that then living life scared.