Guilt

We're both four or five. A movie is playing in the basement that we shouldn't be watching. I remember a scene where one of the characters is thrown into a forest and mauled by a lion. Somehow he survives and lives vicariously through some kind of robot. I wish I knew what the movie was called, or if I'm just dreaming the plot. That same night I asked my friend to take off her clothes. She did and stood there naked with her hands behind her back with her legs crossed, posing for my curiosity. I sensed guilt for watching the movie, but not for that. When do we begin to feel shame, to be contrite?