To not care about holiday's or birthdays.

To shirk off desire and insist that you're happy with whatever you received.

The reality is of course you are happy, and grateful, but there is always that longing.

There is always a tipping point. When you're young enough to not really understand the world, but old enough to feel that ephemeral desire for more.

You ask why you can't have what others have.

You see the pain in the face of your hero. Perhaps only for a moment. A downturned sigh. Eyes searching for an answer. You're young, but you realize something's changed. That you have asked something you shouldn't have asked. That things are different.

So you stop asking, and you cherish what you can.

I think I was around seven or eight.