Epiphany (in which the child realizes that enormity of the world that exists behond his own limited experiences)

He walks through the library, past the halls and halls of books everywhere. He can only reach to the fifth shelf, and only if he stretches, but he doesn't think about that much. He is primarily concerned with finding something interesting to show his older brother instead of looking for comic books, and he isn't paying any attention to what section he is in, he just looks for something that will catch his eye. Finally on the bottom shelf he spots a large book on some sort of anthropological studies of some jungle-inhabiting tribe, but the point is that there are lots of pictures everywhere and he quickly finds his brother and yes! He is impressed after all. He is looking through the book and talking about each picture and he thinks it's all very interesting, and it's wonderful.

And then he turns the page and there is a picture of a pile of skulls, just skulls in a giant heap in the middle of the jungle. The pile is higher than his brother, or the fifth shelf on the book case, or even the top shelf. The child looks and looks and his brother doesn't matter for a minute and he can't look away, it's too much. Every one of those skulls was a person, just like me, and felt pain and love and had relationships and connections to other people like family and friends and they must have been missed when they were gone and it isn't just the skulls he can see in the photograph, the whole pile must be full of skulls, hundreds of thousands of them, more people than he had ever met before and it makes him a little dizzy but he can't look away.

Now his brother is trying to turn the page, but the child still doesn't want to look away and he pulls the book out of his brother's hands and sits down by himself to look through the rest of it, quietly, by himself.