Rudyard Kipling-Hell
Not old as such, but a realisation that I'd become older. I can still clearly remember a time stood on a bus with a child jumping around me:

Mother: "Careful, dear, mind that man!"
[thinks]: "What man?"

... looks around ... no man nearby

[thinks]: "Oh, fuck!"

I was nineteen, and, apparently, now a man.
( The Vomiting Hitchhiker Mephistopheles is such a mouthful in Manhattan, Thu 7 Jun 2012, 16:51, 5 replies)

The mother was being polite.
Besides, 'mind that pox faced youth' is much harder to say.
(the other guy not the one that gave you coochie warts, Thu 7 Jun 2012, 16:58, closed)

My pox had cleared up by then ...
... due to washing daily with troll blood
( The Vomiting Hitchhiker Mephistopheles is such a mouthful in Manhattan, Fri 8 Jun 2012, 11:28, closed)

I remember being addressed as 'Master' on formal letters as a child
Now it's always 'Mister', which isn't as satisfying.
( The Silent Channel is getting his recommended 5-a-day, Thu 7 Jun 2012, 17:05, closed)

Neither's the contents.

( Slippery Mick ‏, Thu 7 Jun 2012, 17:07, closed)

I'm 30
And when someone refers to me as a man a little part of me goes: "oh yes! I'm a grownup!"

And then I start giggling childishly.
(Captain Skippy pooed in a bag and left it on your doorstep, Thu 7 Jun 2012, 18:41, closed)