That reminds me of sitting in the back seat of our car reading a newspaper and asking my parents what "rape" meant. I was six or seven. I knew it was nothing good, but I didn't learn what that day. Aside from one horrible (adult) book called The Last of the Sea Otters which seemed to feature a lot of death by orca, I don't remember being much affected by mayhem in the news. Maybe all the bloodshed in traditional children's stories inured me...