I would honestly say having a child, because I was still a kid when I got pregnant with her, and the second she was born something changed in me, I didn't like the things I once liked, I didn't do the things I once did, and I stood up just a bit straighter...She changed my life, and the things that happend following her birth have furthered *sp?* my change into adulthood.
She was my rite of passage.
And I'd also have to say the day I walked out of my parents' house, thinking I was smarter than my abusive father, that I could take care of myself, then realizing that I didn't know how, but being brave enough to try and find out...well that is a rite of passage, in this area of the country at least...I dunno....I'll stop muttering now and be on my way...