Adolescence, as we all know, lies between childhood and adulthood. At this unique stage, the individual keeps gaining and losing his freedom. Before long, they all yield to the demands of the social system. During this horrible period terrible things may happen.
The 14-year old boy of this story, like his peers, was looking for adventures, so he decided to mountain climb alone.
When he reached the first ridge, not the last ridge, said to be the habitat of the leopards, he stopped and looked down the valley, praising his own vigor and valor for reaching such a height. At the place where he was standing there was a piece of rock overlooking the steep valley. When he put his foot on it, he felt the rock was loose; playfully, he kept pushing and pulling, but, suddenly, the rock got loose and fell way down; it kept falling, rolling, jumping, hitting, smashing, sparkling and, above all, reverberating in the valley. The young boy really enjoyed it.
Enchanted, he tried another and then another rock until the whole mountain range resonated like the time the meteors hit the dinosaurs.
Naturally, the original rocks never reached down the valley in one piece. They fragmented into several pieces. Each piece not only lost its weight and size, but also chipped away other rocks. It could kill a shepherd, a lamb, a lizard or crush wild plants. Definitely, when a fragment reached the bottom of the valley, it would remain there for thousands of years; during which time, it would be moved around, get rubbed and scrubbed by rain, wind and glaciers until it turned into a smooth piece of stone.
The boy, during his descent, saw plenty of wild dill, rhubarb, edible snowy-white mushrooms etc. He was totally absorbed in picking and tasting these wild plants. It was at this moment that the boy felt he was picked up in the air like a feather. He was terrified. While in the air, like a puppet, he vigorously kept kicking and moving his hands. When he turned his head, he saw a big man who was holding him up. It was at this moment that the man, showed his grinding teeth and said, "What the hell you think you doing, mother f**? You almost smashed my skull." The boy, after finding his tongue, angrily demanded to be put down.
The man barked that he would do so but only after teaching him a haunting lesson that would remain with him as long as he lived. The boy, sensing what was in store for him, kept hitting, kicking and screaming. Now, the man, forcefully, placed him on a concave rock, belly down, while grabbing the boy's both hands from behind and placing his heavy chest on the boy's back. Under the pressure, the boy could hardly breathe. Now, the man pulled down the boy's pants, exposing his round soft cheeks. The man wetted the boy's buttock cleft. Then the boy felt a painful insertion, tearing, splintering, scraping…
When he came to, he found himself miserably fallen at the bottom of the rock like a crumpled toy. He hurriedly, after looking around to see if someone was watching, pulled up his pants. Now, he found himself firmly holding a pebble with a red streak in his hand.
(to be continued)