I was about 5 or so and was told that Jesus died on a cross. One day, I drifted out to the old barn area because I was mad at my dad, oldest brother and sister who got to go out around the farm and I was not. I followed them. What I saw Jesus on the cross and I was terrified he had to die and all that was left was a head and his skin. Well, that was at least how I saw it. What it actually was, was a goat skin and head drying out in the sun on a cross! hahaha… Yes, UI am still just about the naive!!! Almost….