When I was 5 years old, I was with my Grandma in the kitchen.

She was cooking and I was running around and kept bumping into her.

And since this was happening quite a lot and interrupted my chaotic playing I called her stupid, *under my breath*.

Very calmly she stopped what she was doing at the sink, turned off the tap, and wiped her hands on her apron.

I knew shit was serious.

She looks me straighten the eye, and 5 years old she asked me:

Are you a man or a bitch?

Some how I knew at 5 years old, in this moment I have to decide for the rest of my life, am I man or a bitch.

Very proudly I said: I am a man!

Very softly and calmly she says:

Well a man always speaks up his mind!

Equally proudly I replied.

I said that you are stupid!

Then she immediately slaps me over the head, not hard enough to make me cry, but hard enough to make a point and then she said:

The other part of being a man is then you do speak your mind you will get hit in the face.

Ever since then I have ALWAYS spoke my mind no matter of consequences or circumstances.