I was skipping through the meadow of life, with not a care in the world, married, with a daughter, mortgage, the lot. Then my dad died when I was 26 and I, as the oldest child, had to step up and sort everything out. That was the first time "adulthood" slapped me in the face. However, once the initial shock/grief subsided I found myself back doing things I really enjoy. I'm 48 and having a great time; I might have grown up, but I refuse to grow old. (Sorry if all that was a bit mawkish and sentimental)