Before Marble lay a long, harsh red path. It looked fearsome, but he was determined to reach the end. Countless friends of Marble’s had attempted this course of obstacles, but he had not the slightest confirmation that they ever made it to the bottom safely. Because there was no way to tell others that you made it to the bottom, or whether or not anybody else made it, one had to make the decision on one’s own whether or not to run the course. If one chooses not to proceed on through the course, one shall remain boringly stagnant until a change of mind transpires, or until one’s end stifles one’s chance at even rethinking one’s original decision.

                Regardless of the consequences Marble had thought about day and night for weeks, he knew his decision. He edged on towards the beginning of the track. It began with an immediate downward slope; scared, but ready, Marble slid over the edge. Down he went, rushing as disorientating speeds of more extremity than he had ever experienced. Without any warning, Marble was jolted around a corner, still traveling at a downward angle. Instantaneously he was yanked again in the opposite direction. This continued as he was thrown to and fro in a rounded zigzag half-pipe. Then, suddenly a roof appeared overhead, completing the pipe, so that Marble was now entrenched in total darkness as he went on.

                Suddenly, Marble felt a shift in gravitational pull as he lifted upward to the top of what must have been a hill. At the peak, the ground finally stopped any sort of slope. He rolled slowly across a nice trail as he looked around at the beautiful scenery. From here – “here” being the very tiptop of the track – Marble could see the entirety of this road he moved along. It was vast, immense, and overall breathtaking. He could easily tell from here that what he just endured was simply the beginning. There were many more trials to come, but also many more similar peaks. He, on this day, had changed. He grew up a little bit. Marble had overcome his childish ways. He was now at his teenage years, and he could tell they would be harsh, daring, and constantly exhilarating. Then, he saw a hole sneaking closer and closer. This little break, this little overview, this little time for thought, was now over. Time to continue on his perilous journey—life.