Have you ever felt completely frenetic, only to realize you are bouncing around on a short spring? How does the air taste where you live? What is the creepiest present you can receive?
One year, you are perfectly comfortable in a crowd, on a train, swimming in the ocean, walking under an open sky. One scar later, everything about crowds, trains, oceans, or skies is forever changed.
We have so few dangerous coming of age ceremonies nowadays. What ever happened to fighting a tiger, knocking out a tooth, going off into the wild to fend for yourself until the white paint wears off?
