One day, when I was only 4, my dad played war with me and pretended to be dead. I cried, and my mother came running to my cry. Seeing my dad’s winking corpse and me crying, she suggested throwing him out the window. After which I hugged my dad’s pseudo-corpse and killed everyone with the phrase: “Don’t throw it away. Let’s hide it under the bed. I’ll sometimes play with him.”
