I viewed it as anything else, though I was 5 or 6 years old, and, although a foggy memory, I remember telling my mom to throw me out of the window when the fireworks start to wake me up, I still remember the slap in the face I got after saying this. I knew nothing about physics and biology at that time, I thought if my parents would cut me open they would see the same as the inside of an apple when cut in half (I don't know why I had a thought like this in the first place).
I had occasional suicidal thoughts when I was a child, I didn't know the meaning of it, I thought it was just an experience. I had weird dreams of my death like falling from a wooden bridge hanging between 2 cliffs, my aunt waiting with me at a castle for a machine to come and kill me, being thrown into a trash press, being cooked alive, very weird stuff. I was afraid, not of death, but of how I would die.
Later when I realized what death and suicide are, I still did not feel anything toward it and I even thought that everyone had the choice to live or to go. It wasn't until my early teenage years that I realized that suicide is a big nono in society, which to this day, I still don't understand.
I was pro-assisted suicide before my first serious suicidal thoughts and still am. Everybody is born without their consent and they should be free to do whatever they want with their lives. It's everybody's right to live a free life and so it should be our right to end it whenever we feel like we don't want anymore.