Dead crows and unforgiven sins

I was raised by a mother I adore and she was raised by a mother who knew that God was omnipotent and omnipresent. I understood from a very early age that he saw everything I did and would, therefore, punish me for at least half of it.

And then, when I was about six, I pretended that I had cut my right temple; put a plaster on it and went running, screaming to my mother. Ripping off the plaster, she reminded me that it was a wicked thing to do and that God had seen me and would punish me.

A few days later, I got knocked unconscious playing 'British Bulldog' in the playground. I still have the scar on my left temple to remind me of my original sin.