The summer before high school was
rapidly drawing to a close. I was filled
with trepidation, angst, and self-doubt.
I had millions of questions and no answers. I wanted to know how and
when I would become a man. I wanted to
know what it was, exactly, that defines a man.
Is it simply the sum total of all of the physical changes, the loss of
virginity or the ability to be self-sufficient? I pondered questions like these
endlessly sometimes to the point of shouting them out loud into an empty sky,
but no one answered. Instinctively I knew that time would move forward
regardless of whether I found the answers, and with no concern whatsoever about
the fact that I felt utterly unprepared.