I first learned of suicide when I was about 7, my father and the 6 kids at the time plus my mom were in the van at a gas station by a big intersection. We ran out of gas and my father was upset and embarrassed. My mom said she was going to get a pastor to come and bring money for gas- my father got mad and took my two older brothers to hitchhike a ride home, leaving my mom and the rest o fus in the car. For whatever reason, my mom got upset, ran in the middle of the road and lied down (at least 8 months pregnant) I ran after her in hopes cars would see me standing there and nnot run her over. Eventually someone pulled over and helped her up and back to a safe area. I don't know that the term 'suicide' registered then really but I knew she was trying to take her life. When I was 16, my father left for CA for infinite amount of time. My mom had already passed on by this itme, and at this point there were 9 of us siblings in the house. It was my older brother and myself left to take care of everything. My older brother told my niece he was having suicidal thoughts, and at the same time, for the first time in my life, I could relate because I was experiencing them as well.