I got an idea of what death was at an early age. It was after I really understood what I was doing when I stepped on roaches. I accepted it around the time I was 9, and I was okay with it. I'll die one day, and I won't run from that. I won't be scared to die. I'm scared of what happens to my loved ones after I die. I would rather be the last one to die, so they don't have to experience my death.