Spiritually reminiscing, at what moment in your life did you think, "Yeah, I'm a bada*s"?

I was in fourth grade and this fellow clmate made fun of my mum who happened to be bringing my lunch to me later than usual that day. Well I temporarily blocked out the insult he threw at her but soon went red with rage, and honestly not to defend her honor but to establish mine. It made the papers. I smashed a "Korg: Caveman, 10,000 BC" lunchbox across his face and spiledd a few teeth in the sand, This was prior to recycling and stuff so he soon got an old fashioned coke bottle across the noggin 3 or 4 times which luckily did not break but still left some nasty bruises. Oddly enough I've never had recourse to violence again, and all through later school years I was always given a wide berth.