That happened to me back when I was in the 6th grade, I'll never forget it.
My dad took us to a baseball game at a stadium. I didn't care about baseball at all but I got surprised when we got there.
There were so many people out there, it was like all of Japanese people were packed in the stadium.
Then I turned to my dad and asked him how many people were there.
He said since the stadium was full, it was about 50,000.
I already learned Japan's population is like 100 million in social study, so I divided it by 50,000.
The answer was 2,000.
I got surprised by that again, the crowd in the stadium that looked like very large was just a fraction of the entire population.
After that, I noticed it.
Until then, I thought I was a kinda special person, it was fun to be with my family, and I had fun with my classmates too.
I believed people and things around me were literally special and so was I.
But it wasn't true.
Those kind of things were really ordinary and happened all over the places in Japan.
Waking up, brushing my teeth, and going to school, there was nothing special about my life.
But if there were so many people in this world, then there had to be someone who was living in a weird and special life.
If so, why that wasn't me?
That's how I realized that.