It was on my first weeks in kindergarten. By then I was just starting to get over the fact that this world was inhabited by people who had no tittle as 'aunt' or 'dad'; they were even the same size as me. I was told these me-like creatures were called kids, and they were super fun to play with. "But beware of that curly-haired kid, he is not like the others. He will make you cry". I was very curious about this kid, so I went straight to him to ask him to be my friend.
I had to follow him to the restroom, and when I caught up with him I saw him pooping on the urinal. At that time I knew very few things, but the few things I knew were law. I still remember how my world turned upside down when I noticed that you could in fact poop in the urinal. Have I been lied to? Was that urinal different? I needed to test the very nature of the universe I have been living on. So I proceeded to put down my pants and join my new friend on our quest to poop our way into the understanding of the cosmos. It was wonderful. Even when I was still pooping I knew that there was a whole new world to rediscover with my new found understanding that I could do some things I had previously thought that could not be done.
This epiphany was quickly followed by a stroke of shit being wiped on my face. I was startled, and lost my balance falling over my own pile of shit. That day I discovered that while my epiphany still held true, it was no longer exciting to discover the world, as there were still many curly-haired creatures waiting to make you cry.
That was the day I learned that evil takes the form of urinal shitting people.