Here is a chance to boo me.. I was about 4.5 years old and was good with sling shot (guleli) at least that's what I thought and used to carry it all the time with me. I could never hit a smaller target unlike my brother who could hit a branch in a fruit tree and make the fruit fall and he could hit smaller targets very well. I was in my neighbor's house. There were two college didis they used to give me food and other stuff and I used to hang out with them at times. One day while I was in their house another neighbor?s kukhura ko bhale (rooster) wandered into their backyard. They asked me if I had my sling shot with me, which I always used to carry with me. Both of them asked me to kill the rooster with my sling shot and we could have a feast. I was scared, I had never shot anything before and I doubted my ability to hit the rooster. They convinced me. While we were conspiring to kill the rooster the rooster was wondering happily in their backyard looking for a treat. I slowly and carefully approached the rooster as I wanted to get close enough not to miss the shot. The rooster sensed it and kept a distance, I was determined. It took me a while to get close enough to the rooster by then the rooster was already out of their backyard and in the street. When I was close enough I gave it my best shot in the head of the rooster. The rooster was knocked out and it could not run by then both of the didis brought a pan (kasaundi) and shoved the rooster in. Then they cleaned and cooked the rooster. It was the most delicious rooster I ever had however the guilt never left me. I could not walk past the neighbor's house that owned the rooster or face the owner. Every time I had to pass that house, my heart would go 80 MPH and I would run. I was always scared of being caught, even tough the rooster was long gone. It took me many many years just to pass that house without running.