How to become a man

I'll never forget with what pride I wrote in a journal at age 12 that Dad had told me I was becoming a man. This was in response to my having "repaired" something in the house.

You see, my bedroom door, in this Los Angeles beach house built in 1906, was rubbing on the barewood floor in one portion of its arc. I took it upon myself to fix the problem. I got some sandpaper and sanded the floor until the door didn't rub anymore! "Fixed!"

I still laugh and shake my head about that bad solution today.