I thought it was when I hit puberty, but I was mistaken. I thought it was when I lost my virginity, but I was way off. I thought it was when I turned 18, then 21. Wrong on both accounts.

Last Thursday I changed my first tire. All by myself and it was easy. It was a true chest-thumping moment. My blood turned into flame and boiled in my veins as cars roared past. I growled and shook my upraised fist at the gods, I murdered a wolf and her innocent little pups, gnashing their furry meat betwixt my teeth. And as I revved the engine and raced away, smearing wolf's blood onto my dirtied shirt I knew it wasn't the tire that had been changed. It was me.