I'm 33 years old this year and this happened nearly 30 years ago when I was still at nursery school. Nursery schools in those days were often run by Buddhist shrines and mine was no exception. I remember there was a charnel house and a cemetery right next to the nursery building. One late afternoon I was playing in the nursery playground. I was the only one playing outside. I think there were still a lot of children staying behind but somehow I was playing alone. “Not today! Not today! We have to go home quickly!” It was the evening of the very same day that my grandmother passed away.