My first "happening"

I am so happy to be here on this new and fun journey. I am hoping that I learn much from everyone and that I can sprinkle some good stuff of my own around the universe.
The first time I knew that something was "different" about me was when I was about 5 years old.
I had spent the night at a sleep over with my little friend who lived down the block.
Her mother and mine were best friends, so as a result, Madeline and I were also "best friends".
There was another neighbor lady in our neighborhood who had 3 children and was expecting her 4th.
Nothing unusual, seemed normal enough, and all the other neighbor ladies knew that she would deliver in a few weeks.
While on my sleep over, I woke up out of a semi-sleep state.  I "knew" that this neighbor had died and so did her unborn baby.  I remember waking up Madeline and announcing "Mrs. Stec and her baby just died".
Madeline looked at me and said what any other 5 year old would say..." "Laurie, that's not nice to say and I'm telling my mommy", and off she went.
A few minutes later Madeline and her mother came back and her mother was quite stern with me. She let me know in no uncertain terms that my behavior was unacceptable and what a terrible thing I had just said!  She told me that if it were no so late, she would send me home and she also let me know that she would be speaking to my mom in the morning about this.
I laid back down and about 5 minutes had passed.  Then we heard the phone ring.
It was actually my mother calling Madelines mother.  She had just found out that Mrs. Stec had gone into labor, something horrible happened and neither her or the baby had survived.
Nothing much was ever discussed about the "incident"...45 years ago people didn't discuss things of this nature.  Being raised a strict Roman Catholic these types of "incidents" were not accepted.
Myself, I couldn't understand what I had done wrong.  All I felt was this was something that happened to everyone, wasn't it?  Why are people acting like I had done something wrong and why was I mad to feel like I was doing something "bad"...