seeking experience , a novel dimension of self , as all rebellions do in going beyond demarcated provincial limitations , we abandoned our respective farm chores and embarked on a 30 kilometer odyssey to his grandparents house down less traveled highways and remote farm roads , which meandered up and down steep hills and sometimes in that elaborate intricacy of the shadow of the leaves of a tight network of trees in light and dark patchwork that made the sun seem as diamonds that were being crushed at our bicycle wheels , or when we were resting , stationary but glimmering impalpably at our feet .