When I was asked if I had a conscience, I always answered that I had no conscience. The word “conscience” was associated with a large piece of fresh, bloody meat! And when I learned that the same meat (conscience) can be bought in an ordinary store, I began to pay for it. The parents were in a little shock from such a question from the child well and answered... rub. I did not quickly, on my fingers counted and sadly broke that I was missing... rub. I was immediately asked, why do I have meat at home? When I answered that I spit on my conscience, they roasted me for two weeks.
This is how I opened my conscience :)