Comfortably nestled in my bed, I watched my favorite hockey team dominate the opposition. At the age of eleven, it was the first time I had been allowed to stay alone in our hotel room and I felt empowered by this new freedom. Sometime during the second period of the game, hunger struck. So, I decided to order room service. My feast arrived, my team prevailed, and life was grand for this budding, responsible "adult". After finishing my meal, I...