When I was four\five-ish I found this dead rabbit so I brought it in and asked my mum if I could keep it, she screamed and explained the concept of death to me as gently as possible.
I've known about it since a very young age, I can't even remember... my mom was saying something about looking both ways before crossing the street? ...Then she alisema I can get really hurt, and described death briefly...and I can't really remember much of learning about it at all. I just know I've had knowledge of death since I can remember. ._.
I learned it when I was in 1st grade one of my classmates, got hit kwa a van when he was at his home, I remembered my teacher telling us that he had a few toys in his hands, he was crossing a mitaani, mtaa i think and a van hit him and he passed away. It's been 21 years now since that happened. It was sad. :(
I didn't really understand how someone could just leave the world and die when I was little. Then when I was 6 years old, my brother and 3 Marafiki passed away in a car accident. I wasn't confused no more. I fully comprehended when it happened.