Can you remember the moment you realised you are not a child any more?

Answer 1

Clearly. the first family funeral i ever went to.
it began the disillusionment of home as something familiar and safe and fractured it into just being the place where my family lived, no longer my own home. school and uni only continued the decline until my current gardenstate complex of not knowing where my home is. I've just finished my thesis on that subject of global dislocation in our generation and the search for home. I think Gen X grew up faster than any previous generation.

there's a beautiful quote by Douglas Coupland which says,
"When I wake up in the morning, for the first few minutes before I remember where I am, or when I am or who I am, I still feel the same way I did when I woke up at the age of five. I wish all feelings could be this way."

Answer 2

I remember the exact moment that I realised that life wasn't just fields and flowers, climbing trees and getting piggy back rides. A permanent hardening of the heart and a gear shifting in the brain.

Answer 3

I still am a child at heart, And hope i never feel like an adult, This does not mean i don't feel the responserbilities of an adult, but there is a difference, Try never to grow up like Peter pan.
I now have near enough everthing my farther had, My own house, Small business and a good independant life style, This does not make me feel any more like an adult.(Thats a good thing i think)

Answer 4

I'm 27 and still a child at heart. I have 2 kids and we have so much fun together. There is a time when I need to get serious, but I don't want my kids to grow up thinking life is all work and no play.

Answer 5

Fantastic question

My answer: Yes, my first sexual experience, the details are not important however, I knew from that day forth that nothing would be the same again.

My view of girls changed, and suddenly there was a power between the sexes that was always there that I never realised; it has never gone away, so it was then and there...

Answer 6

No; it comes on slow. Though, I remember being in the changing rooms and being conscious that I wasn't a child down there anymore. And I remember that timeof being alfway between a man andboy. Now it comes on quick, but still I noticed.

Answer 7

The moment i realised is when i started to see myself in a different way, that i was actually starting to make my own way through life (like earning money), and having meaningful conversations with parents and friends

Answer 8

wasn't that long ago really and I realised life is passing me by too quickly... i'm not a child anymore and some of my adult years are being wasted away whilst i come to terms with growing up. i need to take control and sort myself out but i'm still battling with the fact i want to still be a child aarrgghh so hard.

Answer 9

The day l realised that sexual activity with an adult wasnt what happened to all children........
Knowing that l couldnt change what was happening or what had been happening for so long.....knowing that l was a child being forced to do adult things.....
Knowing that l was a living consequence of another adults inappropriate behaviour.....

Answer 10

Yes... it was in kindergarten, I had just changed kindergardens, moved in to town, with my parents... and everybody was expected to bring their toys in, from home.
Mine was a beautiful doll with blue eyes, and blonde hair. Of course I let the other children play with it, I was a generous soul since birth - I was not a selfish person at the time.

So, I gave it to them to play..... and 5 minutes later, the head of the doll was ripped off and flying around in the room like a basketball. Her arms and legs and little body, just after it. I still remember the devilish smile of the girls and boys who did that. Two days later, they broke my glasses into pieces, in a fight, scratched my forehead till blood came out.

Anyway, I quickly collected the pieces of the doll, asked my father to fix it for me, and I learned the first bitter lesson of my life: "never share what you hold as most precious, keep it to yourself, and keep it close".

It took me another 20 years to get over this shock... :))
I think I stopped being a child when I came to that kindergarten..... that was my last true moment of naivity that I remember - giving my favorite doll to others to play with it!